Where Splendour Falls

Where Splendour Falls, where splendour is rent into its many pieces. Remnants and shards abound, what is left behind is brought to the fore. The sounds are collected smithereens, pieced together to fashion something delicate from destruction-maybe a child playing in a fireplace after the fire has gone out, maybe an old man that has long lost something but catches a glimpse of what that was. Rooted in old Ireland the album resounds through now.