The new album from Hangman's Chair resonates like a mournful echo of the band's inner demons, where each riff is a chain, each note a call to the abyss. The lyrics intertwine in a melancholic dance, evoking addiction seeping into the veins like poison. Each track is a dizzying plunge into the abyss of suffering, where hope flickers like a guttering flame. The album becomes a shattered mirror, reflecting faces marked by despair, while the music envelops the listener in a heavy, almost tangible atmosphere.