Philadelphia’s Forest Circles, the creative venture of the multi-talented Angel Ocana, presents a harmonious confluence of dream-pop, post-punk, and shoegaze, —— evocative and ethereal. One might imagine their latest offering, with subtle undercurrents of Irish folk melodies, Shadow, as the anachronistic backdrop to a timeless Heathcliff of Wuthering Heights, securing the shutters of his home against the tempests, all while haunted by Cathy’s spectral presence.
Ocana’s contemplative and gradual style with the music of Forest Cirlces feels invigourating, while simultaneously evoking the musical sentiments of the late 80s to early 90s.
Shadow‘s poignant, plaintive lyrics express a profound sense of loss and the emotional toll of a deteriorating relationship. The singer grapples with feelings of regret, longing, and the painful realization of their diminishing significance in the other’s life. Themes of sacrifice, seeking understanding, and the impermanence of human connections are poignantly explored.
The visual accompaniment for Shadow showcases Forest Circles’ affinity for the abstract, allowing the music to breathe and convey its essence independently. The video captivates with rhythmic, glitch-infused geometric patterns dancing amidst the void, suggesting transmissions from a distant dimension — perhaps reminiscent of spectral manifestations of Cathy herself.
Shadow is one of three tracks on the Aurora EP, along with tracks Knife and Belladonna.
Find the EP here
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