“I have been unkind to doom as of late, doing my best to spurn its demands for attention by avoiding the majority of releases possessed of its lugubrious character. What set this off was the confession in my review of Blackburn Souls by Lord Vigo at the beginning of the year that my patience for doom has worn thin. I no longer have the stomach to hear a single chord reused ad nauseam like a prisoner trying to stretch out a meal made from a caught rat. I’m tired, impatient, and tetchy — moods that ill-suits the emotional commitment required by doom.” Prodigal Sun O))).
