You are walking through trees. The sun is low. You smell damp earth & decay. The mist, the rustle of leaves. You realize you don't know where you are, or how you came to be in this place. An owl glides silently by, and in its flight you see the sound of a low note spread out into the growing darkness. In your mind it builds to fill your head, one chord resonating deep within your body. A minor. You close your eyes to swim in the sweet vibration. Thoughts fade into the song as it grows. Tilt your head to the sky. Inhale deeply the dark forest. The crack of a drum brings you back. Open your eyes. It is night, calm & black. You are home… Sevendays: "When Dusk Falls' stormy arrangements and gloomy, poetic songwriting is likely to appeal not only to those who fondly remember the Breeders, PJ Harvey and Sleater-Kinney, but to younger audiences craving a more substantial sound than the latest wave of indie jangle and hipster electro-pop can offer." Thread Magazine: "Vedora, clad in all white, dished out the pure heavy."