Call it space rock, call it art rock, call it progressive indie textural mamma jammas. Call it whatever you want, but creating beautiful, challenging, conceptual epics is something that appears to come easy to Boston, MA's Constants. The courageously ambitious three-part exercise in atmosphere and mood on display here is truly a haunting experience. It knows when to build, when to change, when to climax, when to breathe and when to stop. Not for the faint of heart, this is a music lover's album on every level.
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