Nonetheless, ?Stratification? is the Wold clan?s most unconventional recording to date. Even more bizarre and surreal than its predecessors, ?Stratification?s? mission statement is pretty much symmetrically crystal clear; to worship and adhere to the wrath of winter.
Like an unforgiving maelstrom of harsh sonic buzzsaw-like waves, through violent claustrophobic audial flurry, listening to ?Stratification? is akin to being caught in an unrelenting crystallizing snow storm while wandering, and totally lost on a desolate and vast glimmering Saskatchewan prairie.
Blinding and wailing, the uncompromising nature of ?Stratification?, presented in a graciously designed 8-panel digipack, is a noise-filled spectrum of terror, all while presenting some of the most artful, elegant, and thought-provoking poetry that Wold have ever crafted; it is through vocalist Fortress Crookedjaw?s lyrics in which gives balance to ?Stratification?s? violent yet elegant nature.