Title: The coldest, most organic record of the year
Product review: "Arch Carrier" invoked nightmares of sitting in a maniacal dentist chair, bleeding, waiting to drill. This is horror and beauty without a name or face, but plenty of identity. Each song, meticioulously programmed with the patience of a dark ages monk scribe, forms a sad little dream in itself. Each melody is a cycle of gestation, birth, life, and death. Nothing lies incomplete, except the imagination of the listener after hearing this landmark album. This, along with the stable of artists emerging from the Warp/ Skam Records stables, is the sound not of the future, but of the subconcious present. Highly, highly recommended.
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