Review Summary: A requisite listen for all the former sons and daughters of England-that-was.
Phenomenal album. Succinctly, a requisite listen for all the former sons and daughters of England-that-was, which was Albion.
The second track, "Cween of the Mark" ("Queen of the Mark"), had me fairly in hiccuping tears. I realized for the fullest if not the first time just how much we've lost. All of us. The pagans are Christian converts; the heathens, law-seethed investment bankers of the City; the free and wilder kin, self-caught in suburban chains of cyclic debt serfdom and over-cubicled soul death.
The tribes themselves are dead. What remains is Globalism, perennially capitalized. Look there! It's capitalism's murky money-depravities, feeding on the feisty entrails of the last of the land and Men.
Forefather have captured something absolutely essential here, folks. It's something we've lost. And we need it. Time grows short-cropped and dimming. Transitions are approaching. Transitions we've known intuitively but rarely encroach our thoughts into or lend sustained voice to... for a surfeit of denial. As if the truth is papered over by televised half-truths, politicized dogmas, and the immaturity of the masses. It isn't. The truth mainstays in the coves of the heart.
Of a sustainability past peak oil. Of a sustainability past biodiversity loss, this catabolic human overpopulation, this pendulum's on-rush of our Second Great Depression. Quantitative easing, indeed! T.A.R.P. and mortgage-backed securitizations. Insecurities abroad, militarizations domestic, and all the bald depredations of the poor. These failings great and small of which we all partook.
On the other side lies the land and Men. And mayhap again, Forefathers.
