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A chorus for 2020's haunted cityscapes, Banshee's first record of the decade begins by gazing skyward, pushing against the shadow within and seeking magic in the everyday. Refracted utopian visions wilfully conceal the underlying gloom, but after finding temporary relief in the clouds, unfulfilled wishes and fragile fantasies soon dissolve into nightmares and psychic terror, with recursive voices hinting at re-lived trauma creeping through inner worlds like the hand of Freddy Krueger.