"Listening to Fursaxa's music is like strolling around at night in a dark forest under a full moon's gaze and getting lost in crystallized spider webs spun by Rumpelstiltskin. Boiling down Hildegard von Bingen, Nabakov and Nico in heavenly spiked acid folk layered with organ drones, percussion and chanting. 300 copies." - Sloowax.
