A good dose of Gabriellian chameleonism, a handful of Hammilian claustrophobia, and a few drops of Watersian misanthropy—this is the recipe for this LP, where the emotional intensity of the pains of young Fish reaches absolute levels in the intricate title track (between elegiac whispers over Kelly’s piano arpeggios and furious screams on Rothery’s electric guitar) and in the virulent Forgotten Sons, a heartfelt remembrance of the victims of the Northern Irish fratricidal conflict.
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