Cerebral yet throttling extreme metal that eschews the ponderous meanderings of post-rock while employing the brawn of black metal conventions to hypnotic effect. Maybe not revolutionary, but novel enough, and--more importantly--very compelling. Hail No Solace, Hail Hauntologist.

Underrated record--raw but not unduly grating, by turns brooding and stormy. Everything in the composition accentuates everything else--the guitars' anguish, wrath, and numbness is consistently hammered home by the drumming--so peaks in the action will not go unfelt, and cathartic lulls will not go unnoticed.

Stvannyr applies his inimitable guitar style to create folk music for another world, a northern realm where standing stones might overlook a bay of cold waters, the monoliths' inscriptions a warning or a welcome to those who can decipher them.
Whimsical yet sober folk-like compositions blend seamlessly with the clean guitar tones and the faintly electronic texture of the production, yielding a work of understated beauty that weds the spirit of folk to the abstract grandeur of ambient post-rock.