This temperatures never designed to create simple songs a€” many notes buttressing verses and a refrain, arranged consecutively

This temperatures never designed to create simple songs a€” many notes buttressing verses and a refrain, arranged consecutively

The completed four mins are generally, seriously, frightening a€” a post-industrial wasteland bleak enough to give Orwell queasy. An oppressive drone hovers all through the track, the inevitable hum of recent panic. An acoustic electric guitar misses every “right” observe by a semitone, generating the riff experience frustrated and depressing, like a toddler messing around with a broken model on Christmas time daily.