RIYL: grimy VHS terror, dead malls at dusk, analog soundtrack horror
Mr. Malone is back with portents of dark times indeed: some people live sunny lives of vapid clarity and hopeful posi-vibes and then there is the rest of us. This album is for the latter person, so say we all. Sometimes sounding like the middle section of Pink Floyd's Atom Heart Mother Suite, other times like ecstatic devotional hymnals to a faded saint of total destruction, this cassette will certainly crush all hope of a new day into rubble. Death House 4 is the dusty, terribly fraught, and horrified soundtrack to the dark future that is rapidly approaching us. God help us all.