Uncomfortable and beguiling sounds converge to conspire in an act of rainy day seduction in the grooves of this tiny little package of nearly gloomy reverie. Galicja takes the sound of a love affair -- or perhaps a near-affair crush -- and sets it to an intimate confessional backdrop of strummed-but-muted guitars and cello neatly holding the songs’ tension taut while spare snare and cymbal crack along in rhythm. While the monotone vocals recall Joy Division’s Ian Curtis -- and, indeed, the entire proceeding feels like an indie-pop-informed JD session -- they warm strangely till, by the end of "My Death," the ice has melted into a low-hanging fog.