A charming but hesitant vintage piano performs in the foreground, but is gradually crowded with the noise of objects clanking and jingling together, as though spirits are trying to make themselves heard. In a really eye-widening moment, a very faint, eerie song is tuned in through the static, until it is subsumed by another oceanic storm of white noise.

Gothic Beauty Magazine

An entire album made of such bits and pieces, with an old detuned piano, is a truly haunting experience. A meditative echo of the past. Voices of a forgotten era recorded by the magnetic fields of earth. This is an experimental album you’ll play over and over, and then talk to your friends about. Reminded me of The Refractors, Elegi, and Deaf Center.

The Headphone Commute

The CD is haunting, but never haunted. We're not taken on some heavy-handed "creepy" journey. This isn't the soundtrack for a horror film about undead tots in a contaminated nursery. It's the sound off an old, decaying orphanage where the echoes of children and songs just want to be tucked in until the end of time.

Sepiachord