photo credit Allyce Andrew
“Enthralling” isn’t a word you stumble across frequently in album reviews, and — in immersing myself in Wind Burial’s We Used To Be Hunters for the past several weeks, vaguely and occasionally attempting to come up with some choice analytical words to describe it before finding myself once again happily lost in a hauntingly beautiful, mystical dream forest — I think that’s sad.
I wish more albums wove spells or were imbued with mysterious, pagan vibes like this one. The world might be a better place if more music felt like it should be the movie soundtrack to a pagan bonfire instead of being handclapped to death around a campfire.
We Used To Be Hunters is spine-tinglingly good primal/ethereal/elemental goth-tinged psych ‑ the kind of music that can transform both a morning commute bus ride and an evening stroll through the park into a magickal experience (just add headphones and press play.)
Like Sky Cries Mary, there’s a dark, seductive, particularly Pacific Northwestern current of spirituality at work here. Nature in all its beauty, uncertainty, and terror permeates this record, from the sleeping giant of Mount Rainier to the sea and stars. The title track even sets up the heart-racing feel of the hunt. The Cure may have written a song called “ A Forest”, but Wind Burial have created an entire album that takes you there — and makes your soul shiver with an almost elemental sense of recognition.
I could write more — about Kat Terran’s golden voice, about the mesmerizing grooves and occasionally tribal vibe — but I’d rather crawl back into this record and retreat into another world, curtains drawn, candles lit, rituals commencing…