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The Turning

Bask

Released by Season of Mist
August 22nd, 2025
8 tracks
40:40
The Turning
The Turning
The Traveler
0:00
4:05
1
Chasm
Bask
1:29
2
In The Heat Of The Dying Sun
Bask
rode away chasm through the open range a blazing light the dark alive and breathing through my infinity eyes were raised stare across the empty place unending sky for endless miles with knuckles white tangled in her mane I was born to ride boots ablaze in between the howling lungs in the ancient eye spurs forged in the heat of the dying sun I was born to ride no reigns just a heart of destruction in the ancient eye spurs forged in the heat of the dying sun
4:57
3
The Traveler
Bask
burs in her mane a return to the turning longest I ever had lain in a glamor that shimmered and shone I failed to believe he would name me in shame for what crime? how could I be deceived but what pain have I slain my own line? since we could not agree here he'll lay but I ain't far behind but what's this that I see? my lucks changed I'll exchange a new life don’t be frightened of me lost my way traveling I’ve got somewhere to be if you’d just take this string dark was the gate and the black it was burning nothing could ever escape as it twisted and tangled below curved was your gaze as the plane did consume me longest I ever had lain where time seemed to stretch till it broke drawn through the gate delivered unduly birthed to the blistering waves and mused if my wits were unwound heart like a maze and blood that bewildered labyrinth that stretched on for days till the weariness crept in my bones
4:05
4
The Cloth
Bask
carried away in plumes of dust seasons of change bodies of rust in ruined shapes slow fading dusk quick for the grave long for the sun long for the sun how could I stay and wither in the snow what price I paid for another summer’s glow my lonely path through static waves cut from the cloth you'll ride away
4:11
5
Dig My Heels
Bask
is it so? this face I've seen but could you be the one I'd held long ago there were lonely seeds and quiet leaves a place so soft and slow and she held me like the spring holds onto snow with the glow I would go would you believe the nights I grieved and pined for dreams of your reflection and all the days I'd paint my face with reverie of where you've been you were born to run but I was doomed to bear the weight of leaving pin my reprieve upon your sleeve and run until the road has ended could you know? exultant in the stillness but I frayed when it froze and the turning made me feel the length of teeth and dust and bone and I draped myself in peace to fend the cold even so I would go you could have known the days we'd shone with radiance and endless splendor and all the nights we'd close our eyes and revel in the infinite while I was born to ride and you were doomed to watch me flee forever pin my reprieve upon your sleeve and ride until the road has ended first born daughter of day break and ages end I’ve been lost in the black of oblivion staring into the void till I see it split click my tongue dig my heels and ride through the rift tore the door from its hinges of permanence my ephemeral cage of no consequence kicking dust on the trail till the stars go dim when you're riding with death no one's following.
5:32
6
Unwound
Bask
how I ached rambled ragged where the gods forgot celestial gaze eyes strained searching for the southern cross a few more steps but will I still be lost? long I laid lonely while the light was dying deep I'd wade dizzy from the crossing arid while the clouds shed lain awake longing for the gift of slumber bluest blaze tearing stone asunder comfort in the cleaving calling for its rider howling while the tempest raged I can hear the void is she singing to me now hoof beats break the earth bracing for the sound is this stone and soil or have I come unwound? how I ached while the black it bloomed above me looming shapes bearing no direction carry me beyond these hallowed planes begging feet to follow forward bluest blaze breathless as the earth broke lulling for the leaving calling for its rider howling in the empty
7:02
7
Long Lost Light
Bask
can you feel the moments move so quickly a heavy handed haw and In the quiet hours I can hear them at their weeping the sweetest fiddle saws lonely is its call all of my hope it was false long lost through the light two, drift off if only my holiest bond would cleave to the bright silent stands and sweeping branches branding bands across your vision the reaping in the fall willows bend to mend the limbs that clambered grim across our distance wailing at the wall all of my hope it was false long lost through the light two, drift off if only my holiest bond would cleave to the bright what cost is this gleamed from the grief that I sought it payed for the loss still sick with the thought drift off in these dreams that were draped on my cross cloth dyed in the thought sat still as the moss long lost were my visions of valor and salt the line was my fault can you hear the footsteps in the furrows? the dancing in the hall clapping hands round peak bands feet kicking dust across our distance a joyous fiddle saws listen for the call all of my hope it was false long lost through the light two, drift off if only my holiest bond would cleave to the bright what cost is this gleamed from the grief that I sought it payed for the loss still sick with the thought drift off in these dreams that were draped on my cross Sat still as the moss The line was my fault
6:52
8
The Turning
Bask
I danced through age and fire before the dust could fall on me lost beyond the mire? daughter of the leaves stumbled through the elder eyes upon my missing piece a path beyond another lonely haunt how I long for turning leaves blood moon and quiet seeds away I'll ride through the gates divide let the empty concur me black ash lonely seas fade away the open sky a turning world to satisfy an ancient face with mouths agape and winds a blaze through empty space trembling tongues all lapping light drank the sun and moon alike holy death and sacred blight turning till the shapes align the turning gave the soil its life and fire set the flowers free will the shapes align? will you call for me?
6:32

They’ve always sounded of their own time and place, but on their long-awaited fourth album, BASK take Heavy Americana to a whole new dimension.

BASK remain grounded in the natural-born sounds of Appalachia, which pokes its prickly head through their sludgier tracks, but ‘The Turning’ truly straddles the fence between cosmic and country. Though already in the band’s orbit, this is their first album to welcome Jed Willis as an official member. Lead single “Dig My Heels” starts with its boots firmly planted in rugged pastures before bounding for the great beyond, where Willis’ pedal steel swirls like all the colors of the Milky Way.

‘The Turning’ doesn’t just span genres. It stretches across generations in man’s never-ending quest for immortality. The album's spurred heroine, known simply as The Rider, has her extraterrestrial world turned upside down by "The Traveller", a mysteriously ageless gunslinger, who arrives armed with a double-barreled riff atop galloping drums. Maze-like twists are revealed at every self-referential turn as the star-crossed outlaws try and outrun the changing of the seasons. But while out of this world, the dwellings on family, aging, death and rebirth hit close to home.

The band finished recording ‘The Turning’ just a few weeks before Hurricane Helene reached their hometown of Asheville, NC. With a wearisome gait, "Long Lost Light" drifts through a ghost town haunted by salooning piano and high, lonesome fiddle, until it's swept like sawdust into the void. But just as the album’s heroine discovers her hidden powers, the title track ends with the newly mounted five-piece stampeding toward the next frontier. "I danced through age and fire", vocalist and guitarist Zeb Wright belts, backed by everything BASK stand for: mountainous bass, tumbling drums, blazing leads and sunbursts of pedal steel.

On ‘The Turning’, BASK weather the storm with a heavy ode to their mountain home in the sky.

Credits

Recording Studio: Echo Mountain Recording
Producer & Sound Engineer: Kenny Harrington
Mixing Studio: Acre Audio
Mixing Engineer: Andrew Schneider
Mastering Studio: West West Side Music
Mastering Engineer: Alan Douches

Recording Line-Up:
-Scott Middleton
-Jesse Van Note
-Ray Worth
-Zeb Wright
-Jed Willis

Guest Musicians:
-Clay White - trumpet
-Franklin Keel - cello
-Alex Taub - piano, Hammond b3

Cover Artwork Artist: Mitch Meseke

Photographer: Garrett Williams

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