A good companion piece to Like Clockwork, similarly drenched in dread, each song churning in place like wasted days. The variety of textures is bracing, guitar squalls and bass drones and tape wobbles wander out of the rain, but at the heart of each is Jefferies, unpacking regret poems in his hitched baritone, again and again, with no ray of sun, having a resignation contest with Bonnie Prince Billy and winning.
The space is squirming and alive, but it's a closed system, there's no attempt to escape, no attempt to rage, just mysterious shapes bouncing off one another in the dark before settling into rest 3.5/5
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