Deafheaven New Bermuda’s five songs are howled tales of sickness and health, alternating stories of lost ambition with frantic fever dreams.

The gut-wrenching noise that spills forth from lead singer's George Clarke’s throat transcends its tone of shrieking menace,

his lines filled with unsettlingly beautiful imagery: man’s passion being carried off "by some lonely driver in a line of fluorescent light," humanity’s "ugliness stretching toward the chandelier."

But Deafheaven don't just rattle off romanticist tropes, and the narrative power of New Bermuda has a strength that’s independent of its lyrics.