Broken Beat Theory

Nine songs set to the ticking of a clock. Time does not heal; it keeps every mark. Four roads feed on the world, walls are whitewashed over what everyone knew, and a mill turns warm hands into working glass. Underneath it all, the kind keep one small glow alive and pass it hand to hand.

Then the record turns inward: a game of chess against one's own darkness, and a last night alone in the cold. Evil strikes first. Good answers deep.