Awake on Foreign Shores
A man. A lone sax. A church.
Guttural and unrelenting, Colin Stetson‘s sounds crashed forward and took command: at times a distant siren’s call and others a rumbling thunder, it was an all-consuming affair that pelted you to the pews.
The Stars In His Head… From No Part Of Me Could I Summon A Voice, Lord I Just Can’t Keep From Crying Sometimes. Red Horse racing Home, with A Dream Of Water and Fear Of The Unknown And The Blazing Sun. Judges, The Righteous Wrath Of An Honorable Man Clothed In The Skin Of The Dead. All The Colors Bleached to White as All The Days I’ve Missed You.
In Love And In Justice.
Awake On Foreign Shores.