Her first solo album released along the same linear path as Children of God. An ice to the fire of an impassioned plea to the Lord who fails to hear the cries of the dammed, it's a personal construct of two extreme polarities; animus and anima.
This has a glacial stillness, delineating a cold world war where living, frozen, statues that lie both supine and vertical, gently shed their life in flakes, trapped in endless glittering melting crystals. This quietly intones into those fixed permafrost worlds, the piercing cry of somnolence, breathing cold air into a frozen blood red river. On the other bank the Hades choir of lost tormented souls coo their still life chants into quiet laments for the trapped bodies to finally emerge.
This was her moment for Jarboe to shine, instead she ripped of her shirt and showed a trapped heart that stretched into an infinite darkness by silver threads. Peering within she sucked you into her world bereft of unnatural warmth, as head, shouders and body were ripped from the safety of a comforting picture of attachment into one composed of dread.
These are quiet songs of despair, more structured than her later work as they have a verse and chorus.
She offers only herself as solace within this frame, and her words could either be seen as a guiding hand or gently, pushing down, on top of the crown to aid the final release for a furrowed brow, that looks up into her eyes and is still asking the question "Why?"