Released officially at the end of 2012 by Secret Acres, Espey puts together five vignettes/"songs" which operate as fables/distress signals: signi/fires uttered and burned to light in the "abyss" the title conjures. The artist's idiosyncratic sampled/mashed-up iconography translates to us as whispers to our eyeballs that the extinct/dissipated culture of the Aztecs or the Celts might very well be our own, if we squint real hard when we see. Before his end notes for the book, he quotes, I think instructively here, the Gospel of Thomas: "The kingdom is within you and it is without you." To view SONGS OF ABYSS as otherworldly and/or to read it as a kind one dimensional doom trip is to miss the nuance of the work which I perceive when engaging it; the artist is saying: "This is us, as were are now, as we have been, right now." It is beautiful and terrifying.