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Immolating their more structured recent approach and rising from the ashes with new focus, Italy’s foremost dealers of synthesizer-laced doom’s tenth excursion into the liminal space between consciousness and dreaming may be their strongest. It’s certainly their most concise. They lock into an almost-motorik groove, only the motor powers a warp drive and runs on diesel. The abbreviated run time allows the listener to truly appreciate each ignition stage as the band takes off on their 50 million year trip.