And guess what? Turns out that whole album is nightmare fuel. Instead of streamlining and refining their work to the utmost polish, they'd used their years since the last album to pack it to the absolute brim with half-audible voices, up to and including (on "Telepath") a staticky voice in the background coaxing a numbers radio station voice to "do it again." The melodic numbers serve not so much to provide relief as to provide the shallow reassurance that although the horror is real, things are okay as long as it hasn't fulfilled its purposeless inevitability yet.
I think I slept about 45 minutes between going to bed and going to work this morning.