Delightfully not-quite-right death. Off-kilter explorations of anxiety and discord, made coherent by dedication to the wicked riff. Blessed by space, where doomed, festering concepts can flourish, then decay. Melody is used and abused amidst movements most twisted. Bestial vocal vehemence seals the deal. More Lantern than Portal, more Dead Congregation than Demigod, fully worthy of attention.