Haus Arafna recalibrated: more Angst less Pop. The new album is raw, brutal, sad – not a spark of hope beneath the layer of ashes, just the certainty of suffocating in the Darkness. Noisy voices from out of the afterlife, unredeemed shoutings, all words in german language which are difficult to understand due to electronic distortion. Only the accompanying text print deciphers and reveals poetry as touching as a funeral oration, and word collages with the fragile logic of a nightmare. Black spills out of the synthesisers in the form of oppressive wavemovements and threatening noise. Metal percussion that not only ornaments, but rather forms the heartbeat of this record, and so dehumanised, snaps, grinds and clacks or with merciless force crushes all matter to dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, structured chaos, the invisible visible. An album of timeless character.