Ah, the second strike of the Gorky’s fall out. The name: 'The Seven Sleepers Den' is an extract from a John Donne poem, metaphysical musings galore. The sound: hyper-chilled acoustic profundities abound; some in Welsh, some in English, some with no words at all.
The Welsh language has never sounded more beautifully luscious. This is a less schizophrenic effort than Mynci compadre Euros Childs and provides an anecdote to the often overbearing 'Chops'. Two phenomenally creative individual forces have been unravelled on GZM’s hiatus; but James has the edge thanks, perhaps, to his greater patience.
Apart from slide-guitar stomp ‘Wanna See You Die’, he slips effortlessly and constantly from one perfect noise to another, This is ideal log-fire, loved one, bottle of wine, comfort fodder; lapping over you as it does like a blanket of soft warmth.
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