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This seems like a song that has existed for hundreds of years but was somehow blocked out or forgotten. Now it should be sung in churches or any holy place on Earth because it's addressing a divine and exalted retribution.
Distressing subject matter delivered with such confounding beauty and purity. This song occupies an intense, uncompromising and ultimately empowering musical space. It will claw you back to listen again and again, louder and louder.
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Thou and Emma Ruth Rundle are not playing opposites, nor even allies on this record. They are constantly swapping roles and spotlights. At times, Rundle leads while Thou backs. At others, Thou is center stage. It's a magnificent, ego-less union. felixwav
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This album gurns and churns with the dense, atmospheric power of an angel wrestling the forces of hell.
Wolfe's voice is an ethereal swirl, but it can cut like a blade. Her guitar, meanwhile, is a reaper's scythe, and with it, she flails like a Balrog summoned deep and raging from the bowels of Middle Earth.
It's an album of dreams and nightmares, a sludge-gaze torrent of painful questions hurled into the void.
A brave, bold and empowering listen. Michael Mueller
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An extremely well-developed piece of hauntingly atmospheric misanthropy. A great balance of riffs and guitar to catchy yet discomforting programming, with a great performance throughout the course of the album by Chrissy Wolpert. I don't give this album the credit it deserves, but goddamn, it's one of their best. Joe Yoksh