Chaotic, cinematic energy. Makes you feel like you've had to hire a few low down freelance goons in the land of ghosts to keep the Undead Mafia off your back. God of Death can't catch these hands.

Reminiscent of when you have no way home from a club several miles out of town because your ride, who you had no way of knowing would be such a loose cannon, just got thrown out for trying to assault the bartender - and you sure as hell don't want to continue keeping his company. What if he turns his aggression on you, too? This album is the walk home, with the fear you might get murdered or mugged or flagged down by someone sketchy along the way.

This is the anxiety of living in society.

Mellow, moody, melancholy. Introspective and reminiscent of a snowless day in winter with nothing to do but reflect on one's own thoughts.