There is 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 will get better but by the end you realise the best was actually in the first half. Lyrically, it’s initially cryptically insane as always. Jaz Coleman fled to the Arctic after release to await the end of the world, and have himself a nervous breakdown. I'm not even kidding.