It’s an icy version of dub, none of the usual warmth. It’s a dark night of the soul in broad daylight. Someone is following. Get the car keys ready. Black cats all around. Echoes abound. No chance of your path not being crossed. No chance of some of the details not being glossed. Over the hill is not so far away. Run for your life, and the lives of all the others. Call for your mother, for the very last time.
