You built your first fort outta cobblestone, man. Ugly thing. But it was yours. Dog at your side. Porkchops on the fire. Portal glowin' purple. Now you're pushin' thirty and these piano keys hit different. If they don't? Friend, somebody back home dropped the ball on ya.

"Look , way I figure it—you and me? We're tangled up now. Land full of Hollows, both still breathing? That ain't luck, friend. So why not ride this one out together?
Strange place. Strange folks. Time's all crooked here—heroes from way back pop in and out like they own the joint. Nothing holds. Who knows how long your road and mine even run parallel?
But hey—take this. Use it to call me across whatever gap opens up. We hit it together. Jolly co-operation." 8/10.

I originally bought this because purchasing a single cassette seemed like a kind of 'postal faux-pas'.
Now it's one of my favorite synth albums. Adding 'Dungeon' to it's genre seems like a stretch for some tracks. Sun through the clouds is a good example: just a shade too ornate (too 'Stellaris-Official-Soundtrack'-ish) to really make me think 'I'm in the dungeon'. But many of the other tracks stick to that more subdued tone. There's good variety too.

Buddy, that hiss hits you first like bad PA static, but give it a lap or two and it turns into campfire smoke in the pines. You drift, you wander, you forget which tune is which, but that's the trick, man—this ain't spotlight stuff, it's candle-in-the-corner dungeon murk. Call it a scruffy 7 outta 10 and let it hum while you pour another.

Buddy, you bought this folk slab on a whim—yeah, and it hit. Harp and clarinet slide through the mix like whiskey smoke; don’t act shocked it ain’t thrash. It settles your nerves, then drags you to some Odyssey hall: torches, loud mouths, a paid bard plucking while the room holds its breath. Soft? Sure. But it’s got the texture of suede. 8/10.