A Disconnect isn't an album built on nihilistic hopelessness or awkwardly sucking all the happiness out of the room, however. It doesn't take a flamethrower to the world, nor try to shut the whole thing out. Instead, it is reflective and thoughtful, gazing into the abyss, certainly, but not long enough that the abyss gets a chance to look back. Shades of Deftones, Tool and Helmet flow through songs like Cauterised and Witness, with a touch of the dreamy influence of THK's Manchester hometown in the late-’80s.
When they pick up steam, like on Passive Disconnect, there's a shade of Bring Me The Horizon or Architects at their most chorus-happy, while Bleached is a jarring bit of alt.rock approaching the jagged anger of Therapy?. Sometimes there's no steam at all, like on the quiet post-rock of Glass Scene, or the Ulver-ish soundscape of trippy closer Mire, but that's okay because it's as glacial and fragile as its name suggests, brilliantly so.