Haley Fohr wrote Halo on the Inside at night, alone, gripped by an obsession with transformation, with Ovid-style metamorphosis from animal to human, from human to tree, from god to beast. The horns she wears on the album cover evoke Pan, the god of nature, fertility, music and spring, and the music inside, likewise, pushes relentlessly through the dirt, finding light and life and purpose in the struggle towards the light. The songs plunge deep into shadowy and oceanic depths. Dense, wavering orchestral textures unfurl behind her, crescendo after crescendo, blast beat upon blast beat, but Fohr surfs easily . . .
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