E.D.E.N is the sound of existential futility from three twenty-somethings—a sonic self-sabotage that means nothing and wants to mean nothing. If the absence of meaning is its easiest offering, then a screamed rejection into improvised noise seals the impossibility of escaping it, inseparable from the inability to plant roots in this shitty world.
This record is a useless gesture that rejects a dialogue that was never even begun.