2007: The cover art of the first record Sacred Bones ever released depicted an androgynous wild banshee clad all in leather and animal bones, holding a sacrificial knife pointed at the sky. This debut single was The Hunts lone statement. The songs were a visceral pulsation, etched in echo. The band appeared veiled in black scarves, bringing in devotees of the waves of old: post punk, darkwave, deathrock and the like. The sick fiends that followed, followed to the end; as bright as their flame shone, as dark was their demise. London, structure fires, and mental institutions all played a part in their downfall. 2009. After multiple tumultuous attempts at recording a full length The Hunt decamped to their collective hometown, Boston, to record the ultimate document of their time on earth. This document sat for years, untouched by human hands. 2013. The Hunt lives on. In honor of both the first and one hundredth release, we will finally see and hear the toils of New York's most enigmatic post punk band of recent. Ian Danger, percussive wunderkind, Mike O'Brien, whose four strings drew blood nightly, Christian Kount, master of negative space and Jasper McGandy, the man who's hopes for a darker future led them towards a reality we only now have the honor of witnessing. After all these years the time has come. The Hunt Begins.