review copyright (c) 1999 by Syd Baumel
This music is, well. . .haunting. And I mean that in the most gauzy, romantic way. Llewellyn -- yet another in the seemingly endless British invasion of multi-talented New Age musicmeisters -- makes the legendary, ghostly English sites these nine tracks are loosely inspired by seem like places you'd want to run off to with that special someone for a moonlit romp among the ruins.
Languorous, dreamy, sexy (wife Juliana makes with the breathy siren calls), gently pulsating (nudge nudge, wink wink). . . Oh, baby -- SHAG-A-DELIC! This could have been produced by Barry White, if he'd been raised on the moors instead of in the 'hood.
Not that this is just New Age music to shag by. It's beautiful and (dare I say it) uplifting.
Sorta Viagra meet Tantra.