Work with me on this. Imagine a 50s band, (with me so far?) playing mournful and yet somehow familiar tunes. Now take this band and place them within a massive cavern, and assure them that there is no escape, and they must play. That is precisely what this album sounds like. If you were wondering what kind of music sounds just like the quiet death of beauty, this would be it. There is a staid, poignant, lively, and undead quality to this album that is unlike any that I have heard before it. One of the most interesting conceptual albums I have heard in a long time, and not something you will probably hear of outside this blog. An underground album that sounds well... underground? Color me interested, and hopefully you too, dear reader.