Like guitar tumours itching at your ear, I’m loving this album's slow seduction, the blurring of electronics with guitars. It’s chiming candlelight, vocal apparitions, percussive filaments and sonic extremes provide plenty of proof that there’s still life in them there strings.
It’s hard choosing a fav as the album works best as a whole, but I’m really fond of the deeply nocturnal ...Hair is Blood. An eerie combination of severed hands plucking the notes while a floating head drips the milky words - some anaemic Argento spillage wrapping my head in murky half-light.
Digging that fluorescent spray-painted doily effect on the disc - looks like a great place mat for your cuppa don’t yer think.