There's a belligerent melancholy infused within much of this lazy sounding release. It holds that feeling close to its chest for the longest time. You keep hoping it'll get better, but by the end you realise that the best was actually in the first half. Lyrically, it's initially cryptically insane, as always. Jaz Coleman fled to the Arctic after its release to await the end of the world, and have himself a nervous breakdown. I'm not even kidding.