They say you should never judge
a book an album by its cover, but when the image is as arresting and enigmatic as the one which adorns this record it’s practically impossible not to.
Are we to take this image as a vision of strength or a study of scars? A meditation on vulnerability, or a celebration of our vitality? Is it about pain and loss, or our ability to resist and to endure, no matter what is thrown at us?
Or is it none of these things. Is it simply about what makes up a body, not just as a conglomeration of flesh and bone, but as a collection of years and experiences which mark us, and shape us, in ways both big and small?
And, if so, what does that say about Cross Bringer and their visceral, venomous debut, which we’re premiering today?