Brooding, menacing, suffocatingly sirenic meditations on the futility of existence, finely planted in the fertile ground between death and doom. Wavering and uncertain, what we see is not what is, yet our vision becomes reality. Dream carefully.

Make no mistake about it, this album is going to be held up as a true underground classic in the years to come, so you might as well jump on the wagon right now, just so you can say “I was into these guys before they became cool! – No Clean Singing