Ashen-faced lovers who equate death with the soul-sapping pain of passion fill this minimalist recording while maintaining meaning for the crushed velvet Goth.
Armchair Martian convey a sorrow, a loneliness, and a human warmth that’s made country affect a larger number of Americans than any other genre, hands down.
Few others can wallow in worm-infested dirt, offer somber hymns to the moon-drenched night, and chainsaw trees with such teeth, and also implement breakbeats.
With guitar string-buzzy vocals like a tongue out-of-focus, McCarron edges hair metal with falsetto, restrained ballast yells, a ballad, and elemental guitars.
Stacks upon high influences from black to death to thrash to classic ’80s metal, emerging from the tunnel as one enigmatic tactical unit of metal might.