Borderline trashy effects, saved by a tweak of artistry, distinguishing itself from the muck and mush of the many who attempt to evoke something vile and bitter to the core of what a human can feel. This is a soundscape for glazed eye'd dead inside, who wish for a peace that never seems to come. What happened, how did we get here? Twist and contort into visceral fractals of the grit and tar of sentience.
I made an unofficial music video to the song Mourn on YouTube using Gustave's illustrations from the Inferno. I remember watching it in isolation thinking how saturated it was in transposing to my own life. Thanks.
This album helped me through the darkest point in my life. I listened to this when hope was gone, when no one was around, when I was ready for death to take me.