Sean Hickey, the album's bassist and drummer, made the following comments about the album: "I think this album is a turning point in the band, where we were able to take the atmosphere of our previous record, and kick the aggression up to a thousand. The last record was intended to be poetic and hopeful, but this record intends to crush any ounce of hope that is left. This time around, I left a lot to be interpreted by the listener, and kept things more grey and abstract." The album is about a person who is seemingly colorblind, who takes psychedelic drugs as a last-ditch effort to see color. As the trip unfolds, he begins to live his ideal life, seeing color for the first time. In reality, something else is happening. The writing is on the wall from the beginning of the record to the bitter end.

"A Moon Fused Key" is up first, and it moves with deadly force, crossing between Death, Black, and Thrash Metal, but also deep with guitar intricacies. There are also some Progressive elements, but they are kept in the background, as it's mostly all about a brutal and contentious sound. It segues into "Achromatopsia," with somber but comely piano notes, and you can hear the album gearing up for the next assault. That assault is the title track. It rages with the storm of an ocean tsunami, absolutely capsizing and tearing traveling boats to splinters. Kicking the aggression to a thousand? It's more like a million. But again, there are mellow passages, which makes the aggressive one even more punishing.

"A Turning Point" slides in with the deep thud of heavy bass, before a more conventional riff combines with deadly gutturals. Again, it is very aggressive, almost like a pack of sharks coming for the smell of blood in the water. "A Pellucid Prism" has another brutal sound, and the band keeps the energy pumping at over 1000 gallons per minute. The drums roll with the sound of a machine fun firing, and the vocals are nasty. "Sacred Swollen Glass" light the album on fire and leaves a trail of gasoline to make sure it never burns out. Heavy bass notes carry the bottom end together with furious drumming, as the vocals and guitars burn overtop. "A Pale Palace" finally hears the intensity dialed back a bit…for a spell…it's a slower grind, but still aggressive. Like a snake that hides in the shadows, it is every bit as potent.

"Vacant" closes the album, and it's a slow, hopeless affair, blacker than the void itself. Overall, this was indeed a contentious and brutal slab of metal that will roll right over you and crush your skull into dust. Just when you think the band has reached their limit of intensity, they take it up a notch to impossible heights. If you dare, travel to their world of "Melancholia."