Dave Aftandilian
This album feels like a Goya painting come to life. It’s not just that the shadows are filled with monsters; it’s that the light is, too, and each of us, mind and soul. Majesty is always filled with rot, crowns ever rust, the best laid plans unravel into nothingness. From the beginning we are born into death. But still, though filled with sorrow, each tear is also a diamond reflecting the infinite.