Of particular note is guitarist Samantha Escarbe's poignant playing; her expressive lead passages a perfect unity of lachrymose passion and shimmering brilliance. Rowan London's lugubrious wailing might be an acquired taste, but his mediocre impersonation of Messiah Marcolin somehow seems to bolster the album's air of forsaken grandeur very well. It's a very atmospheric album overall, but its eccentricities make listening to it in anything other than the perfectly attuned state of mind futile.