Jewelled Antler

Toddling their way along implied paths in a quiet forest of sound, The Child Readers explore the wonder in the incidental nature of life around us with newborn ears.

They leave sparse footprints: the soft twinkles and cracks of forest floors, the hums and rushes of wet night air, the chiming of small bells, distant buzzings, menacing phantasms of rumble and the hopeful rising breath of guitars strumming.

Thin voices emerge as wisps of grass, struggling out uncertain but insistent form through the deeply romantic folds of their sonic topography.

 The Child Readers hear with innocence and whisper their secret songs to us with baited breath.

Brian Strang