In just over 15 minutes, A.F. Jones and Gabi Losoncy capture the bizarre rollercoaster horror of the past year. Pummeling analog synths snarl for four minutes straight, opening the wound just enough so the bleakness seeps in. Barely understandable voices echo beyond the veil while the sound of rain and passing cars lull you into a state of calm. Eventually, though, the hammer comes back. Angular tones are chains that drag you backwards until the deep, sub-bass rips you into the abyss.