Can a singular idea be stretched, molded, transformed into a compelling 60+ minute album? I was very skeptical upon first spins of this record. The fact that there's only a single track here is scary enough, making you think the only way to consume is all in one sitting. It took a while before I was able to justify spending the time with a full listen and even when I did the skepticism didn't immediately fade, but it did grow softer stoking some strange curiosity strong enough to provoke the second spin. Over time I grew to love this album, not for its variety or number of ideas, but for its purity. The existential sadness expressed here through simple melodies and lyrical poetry is worth drowning in if you can make the time to do so.
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