Purveyor of Fine Curses (and Other Artisanal Deviltries)

I, the Baron of Fenmoss, have known the Dusk Merchant for many a year. He is as enigmatic a force as the very saltmarshes and oak forests, so the fact that I got him to agree to do a split together for this year's fall Dungeon Shamble is definitely a bit of a coup on my part. I hope the governing body of the Shamble will accept the slight bit of format-cheating this entails, but each side of the split individually adheres to all the rules (no more than 6 instruments/patches, counting all percussion as one, 16-26 minutes, and both together fall between 6 and 10 tracks). For a little more information of what each artist brings to their respective half of this split:

Dusk Merchant: The enigmatic wanderer of Duskmarch and all its shadowed paths and quagmires, Dusk Merchant's unique brand of heavily improvisational folk synth calls to mind some of the earlier Moonworshipper Records material (namely Arapaima) if comparisons are to be found to anything. With a collection of short, defined ideas and one longer, more atmospherically brooding piece, Dusk Merchant drags us along the path as he pushes his cart and plies his trade dealing in forbidden trinkets and cursed phrases throughout the deepglades and marshy tangles of Duskmarch.

Fenmoss: Gone are the merry adventuring melodies of Tales from The Fishwife on this release. Here we see a darker side of Fenmoss-town, a hidden place at the end of the last lane where no house now stands, yet the eyes can gaze on eternally into a wooded ruin. In these three tracks, the folk of Fenmoss weave a short story of just how easy it is to find yourself transported from light and comfort and into the wilderness of one's own mind. Take care of yourself on nights of autumnal mischief, lest you lose your way to home and bed and end up in the forest of no return...