A dark summer night in northern Alberta. The air is still, the placid lake reflects the pockmarked face of the moon. Facing the water, the sudden weight of the forest’s eyes on your back sends a cold shiver through your spine. A high wail comes comes across the water, the voice of the spirits who haunt the corners of the province.
Goose Lake returns with three songs expressing the mood and character of a shadow-figure named Wakewind. Turn off the lights and listen with headphones.