Panteon’s ‘Seven’ is a tickle of you nose. A breath of relief. A tantric divide in grace and pleasures.
With vocals that envelope, Panteon’s offering provides a sense of administrative excellence, for glory and of love’s impending attractions.
A here-to-fore revelry, ‘Seven’ impinges with sacrilegious undertones, marked in destitution of the wicked, then gathered into knowledge in the image of salvation and even maybe understanding.
An understanding in clarity, within clarity.
A beckoning of letting go, within acceptance.
Yvonne Ambrée is Panteon.