This release has more to do with the slow flicker and fill of flame, the slow burn of drone and ever-present unfurling smoke melodies. The fallen regal title foreshadows the ever present idea of a slow descent, "Riddish Windham Hill," channelling the micro-mic sound of wick's glow. This track's nonagenarian tones are trapped deep inside melted wax, a slow downwards smother of notes that diffuse throughout its duration. The abstract bed of "Freedom of Pollen" repeats a cheap-voltage melody that's heard through the smeared glass of hazy halo throttled guitar. Things get rougher on "Brain Freeze" as serrated steel sounds carve chunks out of the song. This song's outlying mood is fuelled by tresses of suppurating molten drone, a last blow-out before the dying of the light.
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