One long 40+ minute piece of wind and resonant metals, with mr. Chalk and mr. Heeman steady at the helm.
Nice choice of title for the piece -- it does have the feeling of something that you've shown up in the middle of.
There's always a trembling, a hush, the hint of something immense, or that some event of
great portent is just about to happen.
But all you're privy to view is the time in-between, an uneasy delay.
Yes, it's quiet.
Too quiet.
This is a rare CD release for this group; the vast majority of their catalogue is vinyl-only, and only in small batches.
Catch it while you can.