Doom titans My Dying Bride hit all the right notes on 2009’s crushingly bleak For Lies I Sire, and its proper follow up treads along that same darkened path.
Personal, micro-level approach to doom. More akin to the sound of your life draining slowly from your veins on a bed of black roses (histrionics intentional).
Rather than write anything new, the band work methodically to add to a billowing cloud shaped and sharped like barbed wire tumbleweed rolling over squishy English duskscapes.
Part black metal, part Goth rock/metal, all excitingly scary and sexy. For anyone into darkwave, Goth, or whatever else they’re calling it, ya gotta get this.
My Dying Bride is just as daft, fang-dripped, and miserable as ever, despite the slight/slate electronic flourishes and Aaron’s point-blank confessionals.