Zeb Zaitz cuts quite a figure against these cold winds of time, turning his back on much of the way the world is turning and facing timelessness as a salve so precious he holds it secret and within. This new plate fresh off the press finds him rejoicing and lamenting using a brush so subtle and generous with human warmth you'll wonder where the hell they put the mold when they broke it. God only made one Zeb Zaitz.