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Ancient, cloying, diseased and shrouded... this album is the sound of death’s earthen wheels turning and looming in clouded moonlight. Watchful eyes. Haunting. An instant classic. Mothkitten
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This album gurns and churns with the dense, atmospheric power of an angel wrestling the forces of hell.
Wolfe's voice is an ethereal swirl, but it can cut like a blade. Her guitar, meanwhile, is a reaper's scythe, and with it, she flails like a Balrog summoned deep and raging from the bowels of Middle Earth.
It's an album of dreams and nightmares, a sludge-gaze torrent of painful questions hurled into the void.
A brave, bold and empowering listen. Michael Mueller
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The trashy goth hidden deep in my soul is delighted by the unapologetic murder-love of Vantablack. Some days you just want to sing along to a villain's "I want" song, and Vantablack is perfect. Trick Dempsey