Contextually similar to Joy Division’s Closer, The Unmaster is, perhaps unfortunately, the sound of a disturbed artist living through, and writing about, complete distress and turmoil.  Taking us on an inner journey well beyond what we ought to expect, Unmaster’s success is its ability to use a grime and bass sound to support eye opening, tear-inducing, stories.  Working both for it’s honesty (“my mama is in a wheel chair now she will get out and run” (‘My mama’), (“I am trapped in a small dark room (‘Ketamine honey’)), as well as for its claustrophobic sequencing, The Unmaster is as accomplished and soulful as it gets.  A work of brilliance; you just hope the pain is worth it.