Take a few handfuls of those moments when Dead Can Dance made you pause everything you were doing.
Add more than a few dashes of vocals to remind of who these people were and are beside their solo works.
Push the envelope, shove the envelope of the heavy cathedral drama older sounds through an ear shaped letterbox of sharp modern clarity bursting from the edges to the centre.
Garnish with Perry and Gerrard vocals breaching the anthemic titan backgrounds, best matured in oak barrels for thirty years but who's counting...if you thought genres could be defined, guess again batman...
Not sorrowful enough for sudden teenagers perhaps, but certainly strikes minor chords & planetary fusions of melody sufficient to attract new bod's to the fold. Big. Wrapping sound, envelopey yet spare in content. A spartan lushness! Ah, dormant sunflowers, under a fierce sky. Yes, do this some more please my merely momentary, occidental ears, have been much pleased. Might require repeated consumption in order to appease the palate.