It has been a good while since a record has instilled such a physical level of claustrophobic distress within me. Sitting, writing, in a fucking Asda cafe of all places (I was waiting for my car to be MOT'ed), Dark Ages' ominous journeys through a plague-riddled world crept up and wrapped me in a blanket of suffocating dread. Yeah. Sounds a bit much, but it was fucking great. By the time I decided to get up and go back outside, fog had drifted in across the mountain, and I set out into the incessant drizzle with this blasting in my ears. Glorious.
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