We use our minds to draw a line across the floor and trust ourselves to see a wall. I won't come in, I won't, I said I wouldn't. I love your room - the light, the things you like. When it's time we'll sit above the street and know the lights turned off for us. I know your mind turns out the light and brings it back.
I can't pin this down genre wise but it hits all the right buttons for me. They remind me of Nirvana if Kurt had started a blackened funeral scream band. The riffs are spacious and devastating and the screams are just as destructive and cathartic. It's just the right length too. Beautiful album. eManRenaissanc