The guitar, all by itself, can serve as tool for making a haunting orchestra’s worth of sounds. My good friend Santiago Fradejas, now resident in Kent, of all places (!) presents a mini-LP’s worth of brooding, swelling, lilting soundscapes. There is a menacing element tying the album together, as though one was taking a stroll near the 6th ring of Dante’s Inferno.
Santiago Fradejas – The Light Through The Springs
