As someone who's pretty rubbish at playing the guitar, I really appreciate it when I get onto a good thing. So much so, that when I come up with something half-decent I'll lapse into a semi trance and hammer it into utter pointlessness rather than try to create something new. Whoever Goryl is I'm sure he's a far better musician than I, but the same sort of sentiment seems to apply because each ponderous, dusty guitar line to be found here is cycled endlessly until you're forced to question its initial meaning. The overall effect is akin to how 'Pentastar: In The Style Of Demons' might have sounded if Dylan Carlson had gotten in touch with his rootsy side a little earlier in his career, the riffs being rocky and lightly fuzzed but often maintaining a mopey, country-ish vibe. While the comparisons are there to be made, Goryl doesn't attain anywhere near the same level of mesmeric, barren intensity of Earth. Then again, I'd wager he's not traded quite as much of his life and physical wellbeing to these pursuits which probably means he'll at least live a bit longer. The conclusion? A pleasant enough listen, but one lacking the depth you may require if you're to keep coming back for more.