Alex Ludeman
Incredibly complex music, rendered with meticulous attention to detail that is held in balance with the band's force of raw and reckless abandon. They go between dark, spindly prog weavings and abrasive rushes of harmonic content often beyond mortal comprehension. When you hear it, it often condenses to pure spectral sound - texture, timbre and register appear as compositional devices when the harmonic load of these gestures inevitably overcomes you. If this review sounds like some fluff, please rest assured the music isn't. Multi-instrumentalist Joel Thom hashes out his beef with God, and it is a bleak and damning exchange.
Favorite track: Medicine Woman Cradling Squirrel Carcass.