We know how it feels. You know, riding the wave and then waking up barely conscious on the shore like WTF?
Pinder, in his best funeral attire, ponders loneliness, principalities and the tick tock of the grandfather clock. Frequent collaborator Trevor Traynor handles direction, bringing a quickly developing Pinder trademark of vast expanses and leading imagery. The self-imposed weight works here, plus Pinder snaps.