Chorus Of Souls by Craig Clark: A Raw, Haunting Journey You Won’t Forget
Craig Clark’s Chorus Of Souls, released under Fluxus, hits you like a wave of cold air on an empty street. It’s not perfect—it doesn’t try to be—but that’s what makes it so damn good. This album feels honest, almost uncomfortably so, like someone left their diary open and let the music spill out. There’s no shiny production gloss here; just raw emotion wrapped in sound.
The track “Falling Through Static” stuck with me for days. Honestly, I can’t stop thinking about it. The opening notes are these soft, hesitant piano chords, like they’re unsure if they even belong there. Then comes Clark’s voice—gritty, cracked in places, but full of feeling. By the time the strings swell halfway through, it’s like your chest is being pulled apart. I mean, who does that? Who writes something this sad and beautiful at the same time? It’s the kind of song you listen to alone, late at night, when everything else feels too loud.
Then there’s “Ghostlight Reverie,” which hits different but still gets under your skin. It starts off slow, almost lazy, with this low hum that builds into layers of distorted guitars and distant whispers. At first, I thought it was gonna lose me—felt a bit aimless—but then BAM, around the three-minute mark, everything drops out except for this one haunting vocal line. Feels like standing in the middle of nowhere, staring up at stars you forgot existed. It’s eerie, yeah, but also kinda comforting? Like maybe we’re all ghosts floating around together, trying to find our way home.
What strikes me most about Chorus Of Souls isn’t any one thing—it’s how messy and human it feels. These aren’t songs designed to blow up playlists or get radio play. They’re quiet moments turned into noise, little pieces of Clark’s soul stitched together for us to hold onto. And honestly? That’s rare these days. Too many artists chasing trends instead of telling truths.
Here’s the weird part though—I don’t think I’d want to meet Craig Clark after hearing this album. Not because he seems unapproachable, but because I feel like I already know too much about him. Like he gave away more than he meant to. Maybe that’s why Chorus Of Souls stays with you long after the last note fades. It’s not just music—it’s a mirror. And sometimes, mirrors show things we didn’t expect to see.
