I struggled with this one, a review of the second full-length from post-Silkworm outfit Bottomless Pit, but I think it turned out okay.
Yeah, I remember I was at a meeting on Wall Street one time and the conversation turned to a research analyst who had, a month ago, been killed in a fatal accident. "Is he still dead?" someone asked, and we all laughed...nervously.
Which is, in an oblique way, why this review was so hard to write.
I finished it like this:
And so, against expectations, Bottomless Pit has turned into an ongoing project, profoundly influenced by its macabre beginnings, closely linked to its predecessor band, but no longer defined by either. The grief that shaped Bottomless Pit’s first record hasn’t gone away. But it has changed. Cohen and Midgett have figured out a way of working together, post-tragedy, that at least allows for a Bottomless Pit record that’s not about Dahlquist’s death. And that’s something no Silkworm fan could have imagined five years ago.
The rest of the review is here
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