This deeply introspective experimental folk group are all about stately vistas daubed in shadow and mystery. Their music - heavy, distorted, slow-moving, yet folky and organic - invites beautiful, if unsettling, synaesthesia. A waking dream, like the journey of Orpheus into the Underworld. It is raw and vulnerable; at once personal and yet eternal.

Tervahäät's eponymous album is mostly instrumental, woven from overdriven bass, atmospheric guitars, piano, a strangely soothing banjo, and some very creative and eerie found/junk percussion. The elements are spread minimally on the sound canvas, like an Impressionist painting of a winter scene. Our imaginations are invited to fill the gaps, to wander into Tervahäät's cold but exquisite realm of inner space.

Ltd x 500 copies in a jewelcase with 12-page booklet.