Singing at the edge of the world.

Staring into the cold Atlantic, watching the waves crash all around, and seeing only the pale blue of the horizon must be sublime. And sublime in its original meaning, something that invokes awe with a touch of terror. There are few moments that remind humans of their smallness like staring into the void of the sea. Sangre de Muerdago aims to grasp that feeling with every release. Using a fusion of traditional instruments and folk-stories from their native Galicia, the band replicates the feeling of sailors from a past time, looking out into the infinite expanse, humbled. Sangre de Muerdago’s newest, A Ilusão da Quietude, is a momentous effort, something that appears like an archeological artifact, fully formed from a world we barely know. We talked to Pablo from the group below.