A crushing noise ritual from the dark realms of plague and grim death. In the wake of "Oriflamme" (Aurora Borealis) and "The Grey Emperor" (At War With False Noise), Wraiths complete the triptych with "Dust In Our Mouths", a crepuscular litany following on the heels of the Four Horsemen. Where the previous works were an assault on the senses, "Dust In Our Mouths" sees Wraiths in requiem mode, an organic and darkly ritual recording, captured and crafted from a performance deep in the dank cellars of Edinburgh. Washes of sound create an uneasy shroud-like texture as the tolling of bells brings to mind a processional, devotional element. There's a strange, deeply moribund beauty to the proceedings. Long after the fires have burnt out, after the last plague cart has left town, the final dirt has been shoveled into the pit, "Dust In Our Mouths" rings out. Digipak.