The only moment of hope is in the title track, a voice calling out through the [bad word] of a subway train “Baby you can find the love,” while a grimy beat suggests the statement is more a cry of desperation than a statement of confidence. But the miracle is more in how that single voice gets there, [bad word] together through unintelligible fragments, as if it was [bad word] from bits and pieces rather than recorded whole and cut up. If dubstep is dead, then Burial is some magnificent tower of dust and light built on the remains. monument to fragility, but a monument nonetheless.