unveils his spell after years of solitude and hermetic isolation, in the form of a harsh, dark folk music. His tales are told using an old classical guitar accompanied by haunting vocals, violin, and soothing whispers cradled in the delicate atmospheres of autumn.
A collection of tales blending life and death, entities and creatures, hidden wisdom, unknown places, pain and suffering, folklore, possession, insanity, nature and the dark world that surrounds. Yet there are no words to truly describe Splinterskin
's message or music. Minimalist folk music at is most beautiful!
With tales such as "Dancing Dead Men", "The Thing that Wasn't", and "Chanting Bells Call Shadows", one can only suspect the moods are of a dark, moody and nightmarish nature...yet, there are no words to truly describe Splinterskin
's message or music.