Deckard Croix’s work Weltschmerz, a German word that combines ‘world’ and ‘pain’ to create a sort of poetic melancholy, as Carl Jung talked about it, when I first heard the term, may have the undertones of a poetic existential ennui, but there’s a hopefulness here; like a winter morning sunrise, when the sun is still low enough to cast beautiful hushed oranges in the moments before it reaches a low, gray cloud cover and disappears, absorbed into the gray-black nothing. Croix’s work is fleeting, beautiful and understated. Weltschmerz, to my mind, acts as a chapter in Croix’s far-reaching catalog, with each release, sound and story being a patch on a quilt that contributes to a warming whole – This is the best of what psychedelic music is. Get it on Bandcamp here.

Matt Borghi
Ambient Soundbath