This album is rather different from its predecessor, and I genuinely
have no idea what Meursaults growing army of fans are going to make of
it. Its denser in many ways, dirty and noisy, and yet as sad and
heartbreaking as youd expect from the band

When we were writing all the press blurb, Neil decided to describe the
album as epic low-fi and even thought that is an almost totally
meaningless term, it still seems to describe this record pretty well
With two new band members joining, there was a danger that the cello or
the electric guitar would end up swamping this record, but its all
been handled very carefully

I think the first time I heard this album through I pretty much summed
up what I felt about it in a single sentence: theres not so much as a
weak twenty seconds on here, anywhere