In essence, a cat is placed into a box and sealed off. Instead, one can only assume a state of quantum limbo. My Dying Bride is in a similar state. As of this new release, MDB finds themselves enclosed in a box, also in limbo. Logic would dictate a cut and dried answer.
Real life results a different solution.
On the epic opening track, the band erupts from the box fully alive. They even find a slice of atmosphere in the beautiful closing minutes of the song. Further into the album, however, MDB appears entrenched in quantum muck. The songs plod, the singer whines in a cartoonish off-key goth voice, and it is hard to feel anything from the music. MDB comes off yearning for identity, to be classified dead or alive.