REVIEW: Post Death Soundtrack – ‘In All My Nightmares I Am Alone’

Stephen Moore returns under the Post Death Soundtrack moniker to deliver his latest LP ‘In All My Nightmares I Am Alone’,  a record that doesn’t just wear its anguish on its sleeve, it throws it through a window. Unapologetically jagged and emotionally bare, the 30-song collection is both a collapse and a resurrection, carving out meaning in madness with unrelenting honesty.

Opening with the sonic maelstrom of ‘Tremons’, finalised while Moore was experiencing delirium tremens, the album wastes no time confronting the darkness head-on. It’s a frantic, nightmarish opener, marked by industrial tension and fractured beats, evoking the likes of Skinny Puppy or early Nine Inch Nails at their most unhinged. The follow-up ‘Good Time Slow Jam’ is no reprieve as its twisted title belies the chaos underneath, fusing distortion and desperation into a track that’s as unnerving as it is entrancing.

But Moore doesn’t live in one genre. This is a record unafraid to shift gears without warning as grunge, doom, acoustic folk, and experimental noise all coexist in a whirlwind of stylistic whiplash. From the snarling punk of ‘Final Days’ to the gut-wrenching acoustic mournfulness of ‘We Fall’, the transitions are jarring but purposeful, each track representing another shard of Moore’s psyche.

Covers like ‘Venus In Furs’, ‘God’s Away On Business’, and ‘River Man’ are reinterpreted with reverence and menace, each one filtered through Moore’s scorched emotional lens.

Then there are the personal memorials: ‘Song For Bonzai’, an instrumental elegy for Moore’s departed cat, and ‘Something Stirs’, rooted in childhood campfire tales and personal loss, both blur the line between intimate tribute and existential dread. They ache with sincerity, grounding the album’s more manic detours in real-life tragedy.

But what’s most staggering is the scope. At thirty tracks in length, it should feel bloated, but instead it feels necessary, a floodgate opened after years of pressure. The chaos is real, but so is the catharsis. This is what happens when someone refuses to censor their pain. It’s not easy listening, but it’s not meant to be.

Stephen Moore has built something extremely rare with an album that both speaks about and embodies suffering itself. ‘In All My Nightmares I Am Alone’ isn’t content to play by the rules. It burns them, sifts through the ashes, and makes something strangely beautiful in their place.