On Draconic Synthesis, Old Tower fuses past, present and speculative futures of its own sound into a single, coiled entity. Forest drones, star‑castles and serpentine motifs blur into seductively destructive dark music, lifting the first veil on the “horned serpent” whose scaly, symbol‑inked body is both dungeon and firmament.
On The Old King of Witches, Old Tower pares dark ambient down to its bones and dresses it in ‘90s deep electronics. Following a “stranger” lured through moss‑choked forests and caverns by reclusive witches, the album becomes a fiction of time stasis and regression, where man slides toward beast and the mysterious old world quietly devours the new.