This song, from the new collaboration between dark ambient/metal band Neurosis and former Swans vocalist Jarboe, should be a fine trip down gothic horror lane. It certainly has its charms: the otherworldly, electronic introduction with Jarboe's phoned-in (literally) spook-verse and Neurosis' admirable approximation of the Swans aesthetic. However, somewhere along the line-- probably the point when I can actually start making out Jarboe's lyrics-- it becomes apparent that melodramatic poetry thrash may have seen its best days. She wonders if I can see what she sees when I'm high, talks about educated men who recite Shakespeare and trees in Latin, and laments "his last words." As the tune winds down in a spiraling cycle of metallic torment, it occurs to me that I should probably feel a lot worse than I do. Maybe this stuff requires the right drugs to bring out its painful beauty, or needs me to be as depressed as Jarboe sounds. Either way, it never fully takes hold.