The tracks on Apocalypse, girl flow into one another like smooth, glassy water, and the collaborations, with improv cellist Okkyung Lee, harpist Rhodri Davies and Swans' Thor Harris, add texture. Hval's voice is the most dynamic instrument on the album, ranging from a barely-there whisper to a searing wail. By the end of the album, the songs have seemed to shift scenes from an intimate chamber to an expansive chapel where ideas of rebirth and bodily constraints take hold.
Album closer "Holy Land" lets us drift one last time in tortured reverie for a length of ten minutes, the perfect amount of time to contemplate the aural and instrumental experiments before letting go of Apocalypse, girl. (Sacred Bones)