Wyrd have not produced an album since 2009's Kalivagi, and that album was not so great. This one is not really any better, and in fact due to a generally disjointed nature, it is probably a bit worse. It starts out well, with the blasting Black Metal of the title track. But then we descend into the mopey, post-rocky bullshit of Wyrd's more recent works. Long songs, spare arrangements, bad vocals that alternate between sad harsh gargling and whiny clean singing – there's really not anything good to be said about any of it.

Apparently this album was cobbled together from songs written over a long period of time and finally recorded. So there are a few better moments scattered around, like the title cut and the straight-up Black Metal of "The Pale Hours". The rest of it meanders between post-rock, alt-rock bullshit, and stuff that sometimes sounds more like In Flames. Overall, this is a massive annoyance of an album, and sadder because this band, once upon a time, was actually good.