As the morning dew sits so graciously over the fields of the east anglian landscape you may hear the subtle sounds of the breeze brush past your ears in a beautifully melancholic way.
+ Aphra + TBC
As the morning dew sits so graciously over the fields of the east anglian landscape you may hear the subtle sounds of the breeze brush past your ears in a beautifully melancholic way. Black Magick Caravan act as this breeze, they are the morning sun seeping through the mist and the silver moon that shines in the night sky. What was once one mind is now a collective consciousness of free flowing ideas and expression of self.