Through this is often deeply punshing in it’s mix of overloaded vocals, distorted rhythmic poundings and  damage speaker  burnt synth throbs and pluses, there are still clear tunes and structures followed instead of complete noise overload. And there’s even a slip into more grey dead ambient waters on a few tracks.

Through out there this great feeling of tremendous loss and grimness so eminence in it’s scope, at times bringing to mind the great loneliness of someone like Burzum managed in his great inspired moments. I guess it’s the melodies and the way there put across with an almost fallen grace and overloaded 80’s soundtrack vibe, but somehow it feels deeper than that something you cant quite put your finger, something breed into every grain and second of sound. You feel that Mr Fernow is really feeling this misery from his very being and channelling out into the sound.

By the time the album stagers  to it’s grim end with the repetitive and sorrowful synth throb and bob of Apple tree Victim, Fernow rousing him self once more to yell and growl into your numb and slouched body. You look out side and somehow the world seems greyer, making less sense than it did before. Giving you the feeling you want to shout and shout to the bone white skies until you can no longer. Deeply powerful and moving stuff.