From right down the goth end of the band’s spectrum, stormy, lurching and ominous, shearing MBV-esque guitars cutting swathes across the drawn-out sepulchral tones going on and on and on, shuddering, end-of-the-world drums everywhere and faintly glimmering lighter guitar fabrics which emerge only briefly before being submerged by the general cacophony, Fraser howling like a banshee in the swirling, resounding thick.