Mortal Prophets has been one of our quiet obsessions lately — the kind of revelation that settles in slowly, then never really leaves. With Hide Inside The Moon, Mortal Prophets returns to a universe we recognize instantly, yet one that still manages to surprise us every time.
The album opens by placing us quite literally on the moon. Mysterious sonic layers float in low gravity, voices intertwine, and suddenly the spectral presence of Sylvia Plath slips into the mix — not as a quotation, but as a doorway. It feels intimate, unsettling, and deeply poetic, as if the music were gently entering our inner landscapes. A beautiful, disarming introduction that sets the tone.
What follows is a controlled musical fury: experimental rock colliding with raw, eclectic art instincts. The sound is free but never careless — you can hear it in the choice of instruments, the textured arrangements, and the unwavering sincerity that holds everything together. The singer’s voice acts as a guide, pointing toward freedom: freedom to be, to create, to imagine music outside of rules.
The closing track, Twilight’s Last Embrace, shifts into a cinematic space, suspended and contemplative, like the final scene of a film that lingers long after the screen fades to black. An album that opens doors:
