The new album, Hotel Coffin Assemblage, will ideally exist as an open-ended, social experiment in creatively motivated narrative as much a collection of bizarre song rituals and immediately fail.
Sorrow coexists with a native beauty just beyond adrenelin and debauchery.
A humid affair with "classic" sex organs replaced by an icicle and a brittle set of crossbones.
The lack of aid is becoming critical.