Despite its complexity, every twist and turn of The Drift is absolutely compelling. Taken as a whole, the fragments, details and sensations within it seem to add up to an overarching sense of despair. You can even hear it in Walker's voice, no longer the self-possessed baritone of old but here sounding frayed and tormented. It's as if he's wracked by a vision of true horror; a fascism wrought by humanity on itself, not through a sudden attack of mania but as a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the norm through shades of cruelty and discomfort. You get the drift.