Another foray into strange future lands with Fading Tapes.
Progressing with more urgency than the Cartographer, Rites Of Passage finds Fading Tapes nearer and perhaps sharper than we left them, having disembarked their craft, but still on the same terrain of some faraway planet. Shifting from the slow journey the cartographer took, we are taken into the native rites with sounds folk-like in their minimalism and simplicity, but reminiscent of something eerily distant in future time. Sparse percussion forms the pulse of the ceremony, as whistles and less identifiable sounds weave through and over droning amplified strings and effects. The remnants of some post-apocalyptic culture so far removed from the catastrophe that the relics of their past exist only as cyclopean ruins and talismans.