The tracks on this release explore turbulence and desolation: mental, physiological, spiritual. They survey aftermaths, eulogising lost bliss and tattered memories. ‘Immaculate’ is a slow-motion shudder, the deeply held steadying breath that precedes numbness. It’s free-flowing and fluid, an ebb and flow of luminous shards and flickering embers reflected in pitch-black water. ‘The Bloody Entrails’ sears like an ice burn. The piece’s intermeshing string passages produce a haunted, shellshocked texture evoking darkening eyes and quivering hands. This is damaged music, shadowy and uneasy—a slow-dawning awareness of error and consequence. Alive but fractured, conscious but sullied.