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