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Horizons of Death

"This fourth release from Philadelphia’s Chris Bozzone (and first recording for the Honeymoon label) is an album of beautifully-crafted songs in the tradition of David Tibet and Sharron Kraus. Previous self-releases found him exploring more abstract waters, as Chris’s vocals and peculiar choice of instruments (guitars, saw, bells, electronics) were processed into particularly haunting drones.This new CD is an opportunity for him to shine as a truly gifted songwriter whose talent for sculpting gorgeous melodies is only equaled by the imaginative set of arrangements he uses to perfect them."

Francois Hubert, Foxy Digitalis

"Chris could be considered part of the new generation of 'weird' folk artists, but his roots and intentions run deeper than prevailing fashion. There is a questioning, even macabre vision of morbid dread to Chris's music even when as on 'At The Ebb of the Tide' it approaches the stark beauty of a traditional ballad. It doesn't feel compromised or tailored to sell, which is its strongest quality. For some this intensity and consistent Ambrose Bierce as folk-song approach will be too much. This is instead music for those who wonder what is released from cracks in a mirror, if your unsettled mind flickers with that which might exist just beyond our reach, here is the soundtrack to your disturbed dreams. You might though want to keep the lamp on while the fuzzed guitars of 'Tongues of Lizards' call you to endless sleep tonight..."

Mark Coyle, The Unbroken Circle

Hideousness and Beauty

"You know, if a music mag like, say, I don't know, Pitchfork really cared about music as much as they do style and trend, they would of already heard of and written about Chris Bozzone. He deserves that kind of visibility, but the good thing about their ignorance is that he hasn't yet been slapped with the lifestyle-marketing tag "freak folk" -- becuase you know they would do it, about two sentences in. (According to google, the phrase currently appears on pitchforkmedia.com 141 times, down a little from a recent high of 149.) Anyway, this is Bozzone's second self-released full-length full-press CD, and the first I've heard, and it is really pretty devastating. I'm guessing he might have listened to a lot of Siltbreeze Records back in the day (circa 1995-1997), when something like a true psych-folk revival was actually happening without any lifestyle-mag PR-firm help whatsoever), but with or without that knowledge, he has created a deep style of haunted, drawn-out solo thought and feel. He works his way patiently through a variety of instruments (guitars, piano, tamboura, sitar, and more), generally one at a time -- there are very few overdubs, if any at all. This instrumental work reaches an early apex with track four, the beautiful "Reasons to Cry," a solo meditation played on either sitar, tamboura, or piano harp -- I can't tell, and I like it that way. As the album progresses, Bozzone works in occasional dolorous (and sometimes heavily treated) vocals, and sometimes even lyrics (the appropriate refrain "You look so haunted" really stands out somewhere in the middle), and as the whole thing digs deeper it really kind of gets to the bone, and proceeds to chill it."

Larry "Fuzz-O" Dolman, Blastitude

Bloodstained Butterflies

"The CD Chris has just released on his own entitled 'Bloodstained Butterflies' has pretty much got nothing to do with confrontational noise, but it will still have you sitting up and taking notice as quick as any ear bleeding cacophony. In a day and age when everyone and their asshole cousin is going the one-manned Psychedelic folk route, Chris comes along with this thing to reaffirm there is still good to be found in someone sitting at home listening to Roy Harper, Chasny, Simon Finn, Pip Proud, Charalambides, Robbie Basho, Richard Youngs, etc. and trying to create their own object of inspiration/admiration for all the times the sounds kept them company. The CD is a collection of simply strummed acoustic beauties, sawed drone insanity and effected vocal pieces that come from the etheral gut of pure expression. This is a disc made for the simple need to create something with no intentions of joining anyone's social club."

Tony Rettman, Blastitude