Seeds of Grace is some frosty Sarajevo darkwave, everyone. Maybe even a solo home recorder? Leaving aside whatever severed soul(s) made this music, these three songs featured on As We Slowly Disappear close in on absolute zero. Work that’s melodic at root, but blasted and abraded and degraded to indifference, leaving a homeopathic trace, an iota of antimatter to actualize our breathing. But Seeds of Grace vocals are breathing-spoken only. Intoned while disappearing and dispassionately both here and not. Respirating in coarse jute matting for 14 minutes. A bleached transcription on Death Shadow Records.
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