This set is different from the rest of the batch by Sacred Earth. This sounds like the soundtrack of a vision quest. A personal album long gestating in the mind of the male half of the duo, it’s dedicated to the couple’s child. This child will soon be reaching his terrible twos and if a set like this was gestating along with the kid, one can only hope poppa didn’t feel the need to make this because the tyke is a real hell raiser. Squarely in the classic new age bag, this album is more about making the most of white space than it is filling in all the blanks. Real stuff for the real seeker.