Here in the UK, it’s snowing. It’s the end of March and it’s snowing. This can only mean one thing: Armageddon. The end of the world is nigh. The persistence of Winter and its domination over Spring marks the inauguration of the great erasure. All that signified difference in the world – or at least the UK – now lies frozen beneath the white blanket of nature in all its destructive indifference. And as beautiful as it is to see the world bleached by nature’s whimsy, there’s always that arresting awareness that extolling uniformity as a virtue is never good. It appears that Tampa’s Dark Sermon are blissfully unaware of this. Continue reading →