The last album made before the ironic death of singer David Gold. His death gives the album even more feeling, depth and personality. Depressive blackened doom.
My deflowering in post metal is this gem. A rusty gem, with sharp corners that'll cut you. The album ploughs forwards as a living machine spewing dispair and misery. The whole is subtle, shifting between brutal and without compromise to haunting melodic sections (that banjo, whooooo).