With just one 40-minute-plus track, Cusp plays like a brutal winter night in its entirety. Driven by sporadic piano outbursts and an apocalyptically chiming arsenal of instruments, this experimental duo defines exhibitionist songwriting with their freely constructed, uninhibited style. The howling basement drone that comprises the first 10 minutes of Cusp could sedate any metalhead with a satanic palate or ambient aficionados with a lust for serenity. If I could rename this record, I‘d call it Contemplating Life and Death in a Haunted Brothel With a Shaman Druglord. Welcome to exquisite chaos, boys and girls.