Musically, ROPE SECT’s Personae Ingratae does not grind as one expects; in fact, it does not grind it all. Instead, it drifts along in a desolate fog of deathrock, dirty and lonerist, and uncaring for musical “progression” or conventional definitions of “excitement.” It simply is DEAD: no fun, no hope, no metal, no life. As each of these anti-anthems of minimalist misery weave their web, that sinewy spiderweb soon becomes a noose around your neck – of fear, and also adoration. This ROPE SECT leads, and you only follow its dictates of PersonaeIngratae.