This record is definitely avant-garde — technical classical meets black and death metal vocals, shot through with flashes of ’80s emo energy. It’s upbeat in parts but drenched in an epic, almost cinematic atmosphere reminiscent of early symphonic black metal. The emo influence can be a bit off-putting at first, but it’s used sparingly enough not to derail the experience. I’m glad I let this album keep playing—once it starts to hit in the third track and you get deeper into it, it gets pretty great. It’s weird, heavy, and I’d give it another listen.

Pay no attention to the generic typeface and drop shadows on this album’s cover – that was the biggest thing that irked me about this album, though the drawing of a girl caressing her nipple exposed tits helps to distract.