
A stark, wintery descent into modern classical mourning. Sparse string arrangements and digital decay replace the artist's usual rhythmic violence.
It's like a string quartet playing at the end of the world, and there are no drums to save you.
A profound, unblinking stare into personal desolation through the lens of somber chamber music.
Winter saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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