Although Earth has opened up and lightened its guitar attack, the band has not undergone a mood makeover. Emblematic songs like "The Dire and Ever Circling Wolves" and "An Inquest Concerning Teeth" trudge with a methodical plangency and despair, as chords forlornly hang in the air and decay for ages. On much of Hex, it sounds as if a heavy burden's been lifted from Carlson's shoulders, yet there's no air of celebration. The music's monolithic density has dissipated, but darkness still permeates the disc, like fibrosis in a coal miner's lungs.