Driven by an inexplicably pounding bass and rooted in what’s naturally occurring, the production of this album is organic. Sounds of cow bells ignite the high-ends, catching fire to spastic and guttural vocals, bestowing the album with an animalistic presence. Taking shape, the lyrics seem to grapple with the effect one may have on the world, and how you might begin to deal with those consequences. The clean composition is an antithesis to the wet and sticky mess of emotions. This album is red incarnate, raw, and sick, begging to be seen.