the corpse of winter sheds its rotting skin and emerges as a shimmering golden calf of light. terracid's earth chanting space shanty rhythms spark fires in their wake, extracting the organic aural richness the earth offers. sacrificing nothing in his tribute, michael donnelly (brothers of the occult sisterhood, etc) sings like an ash-covered troubadour on top of tribal sludge. with a nod to the tower recordings, "transcendent reign inheritor" acts like a passage from one world to the next and exists only in a place where the dead leaves sing in a beautiful, decaying chorus. 100 copies