Jerry from Northless helms this odd, doom-centered album, which features angular pulses of guitar and a weird, lo-fi mix that has a swathe of samples and other sounds pass through, like forgotten ghosts in a house they are too depressed to haunt. That said, there is also an element that reminds me of Frank Zappa in how the weird is orchestrated. The second song is heavier, but it finds the band more focused on a sound instead of songs, which comes from the claim that this album tells a story. I don't hear anything but dense gardens of opaque riffs challenging my ears.
They continue down this path to an even more progressive free jazz, like churning with synths up and in your face on the third song. If these are programmed drums, which they are supposed to be, then this must have been a chore, as they do not carry a set pattern; it also could play against the hooks that these arrangements might have had if we had at least been given some semblance of groove. This is the project's third album, so it is clear that some things are more well-defined than others. The trippy hole it goes down at least is dark enough for me to appreciate.
I can hear where the industrial claims are coming from, but do not feel there is enough on "EOLC' to warrant it, and even one industrial-tinged song on an album does not take away from being more of an ambient post-doom band. The first attempt at filling the vocal space is done with a vocoder that gives a more futuristic touch to the angular pound of the last song that drones, and feels like a drugged-out version of Cynic. I will give this album an 8, since it's at least original, and there is an audience for it, it is just not song-oriented for me to give it repeat listens
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