Hide Inside The Moon feels like stepping into a half-remembered dream and deciding not to wake up. Mortal Prophets, guided by John Beckmann’s singular vision, deliver an album that drifts patiently, trusting mood and imagery over urgency. It’s a record that doesn’t ask for attention—it quietly pulls you in.
The opening stretch sets the tone beautifully. “Mad Girl’s Love Song” carries a fragile, poetic weight, its atmosphere tender and slightly unsteady. “Eyes In The Sky” follows with a wider cinematic scope, where synths shimmer and dissolve, giving the sense of being watched from a distance. “Blue Velvet” leans into noir romance, slow and shadowed, while “My Future Past” blurs memory and prophecy with a gentle, looping unease. Mid-album highlights deepen the spell. “Desert Of No End” feels vast and abstract, inspired by visual art as much as sound, while the title track “Hide Inside The Moon” acts as an emotional center—soft, luminous, and quietly hypnotic. “Devil Doll” and “I Forgot I Love You” explore obsession and detachment with restraint, never overstating their ache.
The latter half of the album grows more introspective. “I Am A Hermit” and “Good Karma” feel inward-looking and meditative, while “Not By Light Nor By Flame” carries a spiritual stillness. Tracks like “Through Colors,” “I’m Her Honey,” and “Fight Beneath The Stars” gently shift the emotional palette without breaking the dream-state. By the time “Gertrude Stein” and “Twilight’s Last Embrace” arrive, the album feels complete—circular, reflective, and unbound by time. Hide Inside The Moon isn’t built for quick listens. It rewards patience, inviting you to sit with it, drift with it, and let its quiet gravity do the work.
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