** 2026 Stock ** If earlier records chart the build‑up and ignition of occult energies, Ash dwells in what remains once the fire has passed. Here, Paul Chain works with a palette that feels deliberately charred: guitars thick but brittle at the edges, drums that move with exhausted inevitability, organ and synth lines rising like smoke from collapsed structures. The tempos rarely climb above a solemn march, and when they do, it’s less a release than a convulsion, as if the music itself were testing how much life still clings to the ruins. Chain’s vocals - again delivered in his unique, self‑invented language - sound both more distant and more exposed than ever, slipping between monk‑like chant, cracked wail and almost whispered confession.

The album favours long, side‑spanning compositions that behave like slow geological processes, grinding motifs down, layering new sediment, occasionally exposing bright, sharp strata of melody before burying them again. Lead guitars don’t so much “solo” as trace fault lines across the harmonic field, worrying at a handful of notes until they feel etched into the listener’s nervous system. Between the heavier passages, interludes of near‑ambient drift allow organ drones and spectral overtones to take over, suggesting that what looks like lifeless residue still hums with latent charge. In its totality, Ash stands as one of Paul Chain’s most stark and concentrated statements: a meditation on endings, residues and the strange, haunted beauty of what refuses to be fully extinguished.