One listen.

Just threw myself in, got it done. In, out and the below is the result. Not sure what it’s saying. It describes the song well enough. Feels like there’s much room for more.

These New Puritans’ “Organ Eternal” is from Field of Reeds.

I hope you enjoy.

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Descending and rising, and touching specific notes, seemingly switching back and forth. Something underneath, low lurks and looms with melancholy. It seems a bit cold and defeated. Seemingly that first noise starts changing, though it’s difficult to tell. Or maybe it isn’t.

Percussion starts following along, and is soon brushed aside, if only for a moment. It comes back in spaces, and something else like a scraping voice comes in, but only for a moment.

It all pulls away and it’s all low, and just percussion and lurking, barely discernible noise. Vocals speak words but form only sounds, and follow the pattern set. Soon a return to initial set of sounds, and that scraping voice returns here and there. Then the vocals come in, and it all stops.

Strings rise and sound almost like brass, and maybe that is there. What is here is gentle, drawn out and strong, but incredibly fragile. Its forming a new world, and gradually the familiar sounds return, and everything starts building up, and expanding. Everything is gaining a kind of richness to its body, and it grows forward, textural before pulling back once more.

That one percussive moment rings out for a brief eternity, then the melody shifts once more. It’s still low, but it combines the familiar and vocals move through and around the melody. They rise and fall in still images, haunting memory, and eventually they and everything else fades away into silence as the song ends.