The Wake’s reality supersedes the place, the space and the particulars that gave birth to it. Mixing imagery that borders on a bold and stark contemplation of the limits of our earthly existence via our failed loves, efforts, conceits and even our less than noble other failures [blissfully unspecified and probably unnecessary to HAVE them specified: if you’re ALIVE the blanks are easy enough to fill in], The Wake with its lion-in-the-winter woe wrenches the almost inexpressibly sad into seven songs that sound like what you hear when you’re just about to not hear anything anymore.