I still cling to the idea that straight-up drone-noise-yell such as theirs is better experienced live; the severity exhilaratingly in your face rather than eventually becoming a bore-chore while just, like, sitting somewhere. But like many-a great arrow, this soars and stabs with precision. True to form, it'll overwhelm and dawdle and force ya into being down in the dumps; but dread-n-intensity are to the nines -- and with Rahbek's jarring talk-scream being particularly indecipherable and patchy here, throw upped mystery in there too. Really providing the soar+foil tho is the startlingly gentle coalescence of epic emotivity: forlorn flute+violin, pensive ambiance, eerie lost-at-sea vibes. A pivotal balance that some may call beautiful. On a more personal level, my first go with this thang was the morning after the Las Vegas shooting. All too apt and scary as hell.
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