I have seen spacemen, on the whitewalls
painting shadows, of the unknown
powerful rivers flow
under the deepest unseeing atmosphere
dream dream far away for what you see
to the deepest where the shadows are now leaving
Mountains stay for an unknown pray
and change there position for a gravity faith
they fly with eagles, dancing with wolves
eating with snakes, are you glad for the cure?
So I have seen spacemen, on the whitewalls
painting shadows, of the unknown
My head is spinning when I’m lost in the woods -the spirit rises-
a rain into an endless night, I remember your face from
before you died to your funeral, but I never cried
Mystic magic underworld, to the uncanny valley
supported by 5 fans who also own “White Walls & Dromedar”
Spökraket, like Tolkien's Dwarves, have dug deep into the mountain in search of psychedic gold, and struck a very rich vein indeed.
Heavy but nuanced, these tunes either rattle along with motorik power, or wobbled, as if entranced by dark magic.
The vocals, nearly submerged in the mix, softly menace like a corruptive spirit.
Such a shame these guys broke up, because they were really onto something. Still, they've left us with an album to savour.
Michael Mueller
supported by 4 fans who also own “White Walls & Dromedar”
This is a great, multi-faceted prog album. It sounds like it came out in the early 70s but it has no overt influences from popular bands in that era, though it reminds me of PFM and bands of its ilk in approach. The songwriting is varied and memorable; it’s very atmospheric, dreamy, gorgeous but also rocken (check out ARUA) and it surprisingly ramps up in intensity over the last two songs. Sinestesia sounds like proto-doom framed through the lens of late 60s psych rock. It’s quite the banger Smekermann
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024