From the blackest umbrages of despondent landscapes long forgotten.
Crux is an undeniably unique album. Compositionally, it is exceptionally crafted and a breath of fresh air within modern rock music. However, I find myself simultaneously loving and hating parts of the album and generally that feeling happens at the same time.
Interspersed throughout the frigid void writhing, feverish outbursts of death industrial erupt and sometimes, molten heaps of sheet metal eek to create scathing harsh noise textures.