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RED SPAROWES

Bio

August 2006
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Photos

   
Photo by Brendan Tobin Photography

Red Sparowes Band Photo 1
   
        

 
Audio


  At The Soundless Dawn

  "Alone And Unaware, The Landscape Was Transformed In Front Of Our Eyes"
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  "Our Happiest Days Slowly Began To Turn Into Dust"
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  Every Red Heart Shines Toward the Red Sun
  "Like The Howling Glory Of The Darkest Winds,
  This Voice Was Thunderous And The Words Holy,
  Tangling Their Way Around Our Hearts And Clutching Our Innocent Awe"
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Discography
 

 At the Soundless Dawn - NR 035   (2005)
 
And with the music on their debut album, 'At The Soundless Dawn', they have created a masterful piece of work. For once, PR people get it right, indicating that this band should be filed under 'epic ambient rock'. This is as epic as epic can be, without scaling the unpleasant heights of pomposity and superiority. The self-indulgent titles are at odds with the warm, all-encompassing nature of their music. This is pure, this is sincere.
--- new-noise.net

 

   
 Every Red Heart Shines Toward the Red Sun - NR 045   (2006)

With eight songs spread across nearly 62 minutes, Every Red Heart Shines Toward the Red Sun is an epic ambient rock record best experienced in its entirety: From the opening bass volley to the closing snare hit, the members of Red Sparowes expertly navigate the hidden vibrations of what seems like a preordained trajectory—chiming, weeping, droning; gracefully descending, and then vaulting upwards, booming, scraping the orchestral firmament before spiraling softly into the inevitable comedown.