My most anticipated album of 2018 wasn’t The Shadowed Road by Sojourner. It wasn’t Cult of a Dying Sun by Uada. Hell, it wasn’t even They Often See Dreams About the Spring by the mighty Drudkh. It was Where Birds Sing My Name by Twilight Fauna. Conceived as a continuation of the stories and themes found on The Year the Stars Fell (an album I hold in very high esteem), WBSMN shot to the top my of must-hear list the moment it was announced.
The soul of the mountains and their people are alive in everything Twilight Fauna does, and listening to their albums is like stepping into a dark, depressing yet bleakly beautiful pocket of the world, completely forgotten by the rest of the world. Starting at album number one, it’s very easy to track this band’s impressive development and growth, and if they continue on the same trajectory they always have, Where Birds Sing My Name is going to be something very special indeed.