Chasing Voices returns for its 4th installment with an audacious reiteration of the projects uncompromising ethos and technique. >Valley of the Dry Bones< operates on the peripheries of club music and far-sighted rock mutation, death march-disco for the ever-present sunburn of daily scourges and musical apathy. Prospering from plentiful sentimentally-tinged stabs and a breathtaking, slow-churning progressive disintegration, >Valley Of the dry Bones< hits intuitively and suddenly, a bent and bruised anthem for problematic times. Despair can be celebrated, and celebration can be despairing—if anything the NYC collectives latest bomb seems to stem from a need to revive the cannibalism of a movement that has grown weary of its own cliches, to dissect itself and hopefully come out the other end better and new?? albeit scarred and never quite the same.