It almost feels like a sparse version of The Doors track The end, but with out any of the build up, this constant and sad guitar notes waling on and on. With a vocal performance  that brings to mind  a more warmer version of Jarboe, Christina voice soaring and echoing over the droning barren guitar strum. Like an apocalyptic siren calling from a top a vast mountain scape. This is music for endless walks into heat cracked landscapes, burned-out, rusting car carcass and heat haze you only companions. On offer are four tracks each nearing the 10 mark, often she will just dwell on the same guitar  note making an almost unreal feeling, almost dream like, as the feel you almost become one with the drone repetitions.

A superbly bleak and beautiful record, that seems out of time. A wonderful reminder of what can be done with simply tools. And a  very human album,full of haunted soundscapes.