Sufficiently bleak British doom-death expels all happiness. Not even beer-goggled giddiness or substantially substance-induced euphoria could break through this dismal miasma of dirge-like gurgling and funereal lassitude. (Admit it, guys: British weather is a hard come-down.) The Limited Edition sports a spiffy best-of EP collecting remastered B-sides and rare older tracks. While I enjoy both, the first CD is exhausting to the point of debilitating; at which point, I often find myself reaching for the nominally-less-soul-crushing second CD. Behold the lidless Eye of Solitude.