What doth comes over the sunless horizon? It is All Hallows Eve.
Even beyond the thinning of the veil, it has become chic to wear the shadows – to don black and play to shallow tropes. Do they not know that we see the pantomime? Has their conscience been rattled? Those ornaments are worn like the unthreatening and convivial doodads of a jester. And as they charade from the banks of the River Styx, it is you unusual untouchables who sail its streams. We send our cold embrace to you. The Wedding Funeral will continue writing our next album into the new year and those who have come to our October tour have witnessed some of it. The aphotic zone of the mind is where we'll journey. For those who demand nothing less, we will see you there.
A most unhappy Halloween to you.
– The Wedding Funeral