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The wilds of Keeley Forsyth's adopted home in the north of England seem to inhabit this, her third record. An often bleak and foreboding landscape surrounds the Yorkshire town in which Forsyth resides. The moors, on clear days, visible from her home studio window, impact upon a music that often feels made of these places. Windswept, rain soaked and blinking through the low-lit landscape. It is here through the gloaming mist that the storm breaks and the fox tears at the throat as the red kites circle to scavenge whatever's left. 'There was a sound I had in my head. One to reach, that hovers above and is slightly less grounded. But a sound and feeling that nonetheless is inevitably tethered to the soil'. Working again with producer Ross Downes, Forsyth desired to place the music to the side of any given genre. 'We wanted to make something slightly more expansive, continuing to reference what we love from various genres without ever belonging to one'. It's with this ethos that we recognise aspects of sacred music, minimalist post-classical, dark ambient, film and theatre soundtracks.