Time. It’s a cruel mistress. The cyclical nature of our circadian rhythms. The persistent numbing of periodical cues from nature. Light. Dark. Light. Darker still. Each and every calendar month morphing into the next like the grotesquely genteel evolution of man. Is it just us, or does your endogenous clock need a good horological service?

2020 came and went like the provisional packet of Frubes issued in the lamentable free school meals scheme with the intent to feed the young minds of tomorrow but instead fed the profit margins of outsourced catering services. Blink and it was gone.

And yet, somehow, such is the insistence of time, we find ourselves in 2021. So what better way to take stock of where we’re at than by reviving a podcast no one knew they wanted or needed? Ex Inferis returns with an incoherent review of the worst year to ever call itself a year: 2020. Because even if death is but another government (mis)led daily briefing away, at least Eternal Champion released a really good record.

Yes, we’re back and less prepared than ever.