A further step out in Birchville Cat Motel's ruminations on time space distortion featuring the additional mystikal talents of fellow gravity destroyer, Matthew Bower (Hototogisu-Sunroof!), Seventh Ruined Hex presents like a lonesome planet, occassionally struck with super-sized fragments of space detritus, but for the most part just hangs around, spinning on its axis and doing fuck-all. Strangely emotive for 'a buncha noise'. Like the deepest love, its warm yet tenuous, and filled with the ever-present potential for loss and brutality. More in line with the estranged love-tangle of the Birchville classic 'Chi Vampires' than the most recent befuddling hyperspace rock-overload of recent albums like 'Our Love Will Destroy the World' and 'Birds Call Home their Dead'. Features Matthew Bower who has been known to put out a good album or two on a regular basis. Powerful. Beautiful. Masculine. Girly. Loud. Tender. Heavy. Soulful