Originally released on Sonido Polifonico on a square 8" lathe cut in an edition of 56. Came packaged in a wee box with ceramic crow token, badges, map and a phial of found flora. Artwork featured individual negatives / photographs so each box was unique. Now sold out.
Review from "The Sunday Experience"
An exceptional release in every respect, the packaging – what can I say – the photo doesn’t do it justice – simply one of the most thoughtful and well-made outings we’ve seen in a long time – a piece of art on its own that comes housed in a string tied box inside of which you’ll find a protective hemp cloth, a phial of found flora from Eastern Scotland, part of an antique map, label badges, a handmade clay token and of course the limited lathe cut twin set from Pefkin pressed upon 8 inches of clear wax housed in individually numbered sleeves. A real eye catching set of which there are only 57 copies which last time we checked only a handful were still awaiting loving homes. As to the sounds within, two tracks by Pefkin – a gathering of Kitchen Cynics and Electroscope talent – incidentally the same folk responsible for that rather spiffing barretts dottled beauty release we mentioned a day or three ago. An arresting twinset tamed in sparsely woven drone folk minimalism, ‘sanderlings’ a ghostly fog bound visitation reaching dreamily from out of the loch mists courts with an eerie enchantment, a wood crafted siren call oozed in a frosted mystique whilst graced in the kind of intricate rustic mountain folk murmurings that one might expect to find on a platter bearing the identifying marks of David A Jaycock whilst spirited away in an outer worldly aura that hints of the primitive majesty of both Virgin Passages and the more ethereal happenings escaping the Gizeh imprint these days. Over t’other side, ‘the last rays of summer’ is a bit of a snoozing beauty emerging from the twilight not unlike some primordial love note uttered in lost archaic tongues, essential listening for those with a thing for the second language imprint methinks whilst similarly crafted in a demurring dream drone induced shelling that imagines a hypnotic hallucinogen mantra concocted at half speed by a gathering of Spacemen 3, fuxa and cheval sombre type folk. Via sonido polifonico.