The production of the whole [We Are Who We Are] album is very strong, it sounds beautiful all the way through. As usual, Tony's guitar work has that subtle complexity I've always enjoyed. Vixy is just amazing, I can't get over how powerful and expressive her voice is. And as good as synth patches are these days, there is nothing quite like the sound of real strings on a track. Sunnie and Betsy's musicianship adds so much to every song, and the mixing makes them shine. All of the guest musicians were great. Blake Hodgetts' piano just sparkles. Brian Richardson on drums and Chris Clark on bass were awesome.
- David Muzzy



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Shadowbeast
by Michelle Dockrey

In shadows of an unrepentant night
A figure at the edge of human sight
Slips swiftly in and out of time and space
Appears and disappears without a trace

Beware the savage cry that rends the night
The seething form that swallows earthly light
The gleaming claws that carve the nightly feast
For nothing sates the endless hunger of the Shadowbeast

Some see his hide ablaze with lightning spark
Some see his form of matte and fluid dark
But all his prey share one sight at the last
The glowing yellow eyes that hold them fast

Beware the savage cry that rends the night
The seething form that swallows earthly light
The gleaming claws that carve the nightly feast
For nothing sates the endless hunger of the Shadowbeast

You might look up and suddenly he's there
Or wake at night to meet his silent stare
There's one, they say, whose hand can hold him tame
But none who tell the tale has known her name

Beware the savage cry that rends the night
The seething form that swallows earthly light
The gleaming claws that carve the nightly feast
For nothing sates the endless hunger of the Shadowbeast

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