Carol of Harvest

Any album that starts with a 16-minute opener is going to grab my attention, in this case singing about standing at the edge of the world, which in my imagination I interpret as standing on the threshold of dream-land. This metaphor continues with the idea of finding the end of the rainbow, but unlike Dorothy in her dreamy-eyed, breast-clutching optimism, this is where the sky falls on your head, creating a rather bleak view of things. There is a dreariness and emptiness where there should be excitement.