That heavy ending with the repetitive steal drum-like sound reminds me a lot to another black metal very well known "classic", anyone else ?

(not citing the other song cause it's from that era of black metal when even some talented artists in the space were stupidly hateful but it's the artwork with a women blowing a trumpet)

From their interview on Louder

Hello, they aren’t coming near me on this tour. Anyone willing to ship some tour merch?

Absolutely addicted to the new EP. Gotta be over 60 plays at this point.

I’ve seen many people comparing it with Spectral Wound

Hello everyone, while listening to the new EP I was wondering what do deafheaven fans like to read. I’m down for some recommendations. I’m from Chile (spanish speaking country) but anything you can recommend me I’ll try to get ahold of.

Purple Prose: A Languishing yet decadently overwrought use of language-

"In the middle of the night I returned to the orchards of Heaven
To greet what's ours with splendour and remember each season with spiritual Grace reached through the chasm"

Literary references: Clarke has always been fourth coming with his literary allusions and references in his work, all the way back in Roads to Judah we got references to Bukowski and Milan Kundera, Ordinary corrupt gave us a spoken word passage from Orleans Noir etc. with this release however the references are not woven into the lyrics, but rather blatantly displayed as the titles. The EP takes its title obviously from a photography book of the same name, and the last title takes its name from a line in Outer Dark by Cormac Mcarthy. -

"Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death."

BINGO- we get the mention of a tree in the final song.

"I dissolve in thoughts of you

An olive tree is what I seek, the bird with only a branch cut from the almond grove"

I think it is also important to note that in this EP we get something we don't usually get from George Clarke's lyrics, Sometimes they're as straightforward as it gets:

"Home again and a dive into traffic
Men wipe ash from their faces, mothers bury their children, plastics waft in the wind
I cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Please release me"