Maryrose Crook’s spectral voice and calenture tunes float through New Zealand giants, The Renderers’ psychic country-punk and splatter rock, and emerge in her solo encounters with horripilated grace and filigree menace.
Purple pilgrims’ wraithish hymns evolve through a braided field of curled nautical drone and distant littoral roar, abstract thrums and change-rung celestial rustle.
The’s Alex Donnithorne pulls slowly aggregated and crushed guitar hum clusters in and out of focus in his OST zones to deflagrated UFO movies.
