Night sky express nothing for me
Neither stars or planets or nebulae
Star dusts within mean nothing
All these are crumbles exepting one
This one became an element
Keeping short hours inside
Hours separated thousands light-years
Torturing with their distance
I desired to set myself on pulsars of Kochab
Drink its helium, to dive into hydrogen
I wish these hours belong to me
We've found it and left unhidden
On Sannhet’s latest album, produced by Peter Katis (Interpol, The National), their heaving instrumentals have new depth and breadth. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 19, 2017