What a well-named act.
All four tracks pulse with dark molasses, death pulling in close for a kiss, telling you it won't be alright, but that's alright -- with all the vital sting of a half-remembered Scandinavian fairy tale, shadow cast through Warren Zevon's LA streetlight shimmer. Unsettling, slinking, impossible to put your finger on, impossible to ignore 3.5/5
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