Double 2nd-degree acquaintance Brad Fickeisen* called this his favorite album of the year, so let's check that.
You know what this does that all the best doom should do? It transcends human creation - it's alien and strange and wraps its tentacles. It insinuates depths, moves while seeming static; chords shift out from under, themes wind back from songs ago tapping into lost past.
The mix is strangely flat, the songs strangely inert, but within all that gravelly growling, all that shimmering dissonant guitarwork, all that muddy galloping drumwork, those moments of breath and beauty, there's a landscape that beckons with dark distance that goes on forever 4/5
* He's a friend of a friend who I've seen play a couple times (he's a killer drummer!). Also his girlfriend is the only person in Boston who can cut my hair worth a shit.
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