Fol­low­ing last year's some­what more re­fined full-length de­but, the sec­ond LP by At­lanta dark-/post punk group Nag feels more like a throw­back to their ear­li­er EPs - and i mean that in all the best ways. These songs are raw as fuck, the arrange­ments al­most as sparse as you can pos­si­bly stretch the genre be­fore it's gonna col­lapse. Why write a god­damn nov­el when all you need to get across is a sin­gle but rather des­per­ate sen­tence?