Fenmoss is music for your quaintest, most comfortable fantasy “starting town,” filtered through the humid haze of wooded swamps. These are the sounds of rusted armor and broken swords mouldering in a bog long after their noble bearers lay slain by their own hubris. The swamp is a nice place, but those who disrespect its nature shall rot beneath its loamy soils…

May fascism perish and its corpse fertilize an age of truth, kindness, adventure, and whimsy.