Think of every natural disaster there has ever been, every tornado, every bush fire, every hurricane, put it together with the great wars and plague of mankind, add a cup of every child rapist there has ever been, a dash of a crazed uncle poisoning Halloween candy and a twist of a drunken fight at your family's Christmas dinner and you have the dark leaves.

Born nay spawn from a forgotten molten fire cast out from the bad lands of Hades comes a band of one simply known as Simon.

His music doesnt try to swoon or to make you blush; it simply just exists like time itself. From the churning morphine riddled lo fi recording techniques to the canine maddening screeching of his malevolent singing the dark leaves promise at least one thing to pry the book of destiny from the prophets chained hand and tear the pages from its spine.

Make of this what you will, the music is there you know what ever.