The Cold
oonoow and Siphon Diver invite you to find your own beauty in a panorama of desolate soundscapes. A double album, half of it built from glacial frigidity, the next half giving way to some semblance of warmth. Space between the listener and anything else grows greater and greater as the sound and land itself wilts and recedes into distances ever less knowable. The sun has gone down, and the cold itself is uncaring, as always. We wish you the best.