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.
The result of recording difficulties and saddled with an awkward album title, Katatonia wears those Opeth comparisons more deliberately than ever before.