They're good for a crusty-n-leaden soul-swallow ravaging and extended passages of violin-laced snaillike solemnity, the latter of which they may be TOO good for. Forgive me for stating the obvious, considering our band-at-hand is 'Dead to a Dying World', after all -- but lord, how quickly this devolves into an almost-laughably draggy dirge. Vox-variety is nice when present (deep-n-weathered rasper guy, go-to fierce screecher, female..singing!, chanting choir, etc.?) and the intense magnitude of it can't be denied -- but amid a 6-track 70+minute total GlumFest, neither can the uber-rueful meandering. Sepulchral mottos: "Each day more gray than the one before", "The blade is sharp against my throat".