Olhava paints with a pallet of greys and blues, producing gorgeous songs that channel both wandering woods in winter and surveying post-industrial decay. The opening minutes of reverberating, watery guitars ease the listener into a complicit state where Olhava can work it's magic, and the astute ear will also hear in those strums the clarion echo of Alcest's 2010 masterpiece Écailles de Lune
Olhava paints with a pallet of greys and blues, producing gorgeous songs that channel both wandering woods in winter and surveying post-industrial decay. The opening minutes of reverberating, watery guitars ease the listener into a complicit state where Olhava can work it's magic, and the astute ear will also hear in those strums the clarion echo of Alcest's 2010 masterpiece Écailles de Lune
Olhava paints with a pallet of greys and blues, producing gorgeous songs that channel both wandering woods in winter and surveying post-industrial decay. The opening minutes of reverberating, watery guitars ease the listener into a complicit state where Olhava can work it's magic, and the astute ear will also hear in those strums the clarion echo of Alcest's 2010 masterpiece Écailles de Lune
