Review
Bitter grievance and bruised, mortal anxiety jostle for dominance across the sequence, locking venomous retribution and creeping desolation into the exact same frame. Where its first half bristles with caustic, serrated guitar work and heavy percussion aimed squarely outward—surging through the abrasive churn of "Front Toward Enemy" and the coiled prowl of "Don't Answer the Door"—the spite frequently curdles into something far more exposed.
Tyler Bates's widescreen production carves deliberate space out of the murk, anchoring the arrangements with resonant basslines and icy synth beds rather than relentless distortion. The record finds its most convincing textures in slinkier stretches like "None of the Suns" and "Lucifer's Teardrop", where hushed theatrical vocals slide over minimal electronic pulses. By the time the closer, "Enantiomorph", dissolves into skeletal piano and hollow ambience, the outward vitriol has receded entirely into weary, haunted self-preservation.
