Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies when first it gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently:
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.

— Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim

The general theme of this album is the inevitable decay and delapidation of all man-made things, particularly that of industrial machinery, and the contrast between their useful life and the much longer existence as physical objects.

The music seeks to portray the craggy beauty and romance within these once-useful but long-forgotten servants, these witnesses to an ever-changing civilisation.