At an early age, I fell in love with the myths of England. It was a combination of spending two years there (and in the relative North of the country, near Wales, a place steeped in beauty and folklore), reading Tolkien and the beauty of myth, which is especially effective with teenagers. Moving away from there only made that connection stronger. That's no surprise, considering that English myth is steeped in the ideas of "the other shore", home sickness, and something lost. All that being considered, it's a wonder I'm not a bigger Winterfylleth fan, an atmospheric black metal band that has made English legend its bread and butter. Now, they've released an album that immediately grabbed my attention; The Hallowing of Heirdom is a stripping away of their sound, leaving behind an acoustic core of longing, a sense of another world, and a deep connection with the legends I love.