When the frail chemistry of such a trio combines into a solid form of aesthetic opposites, melancholic droned out ghost-rock stares blinded through eyes born of stone into a blood-filled glass once full of merlot. In vivid opium dreams, the drawn-out chant vocals are embraced by soulful backups that help transpose the night. Held down by detailed Eastern percussion and thick, repetitive bass, this is a doomed-out journey with a unique aura and smooth smooth vocals.
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