One of the lesser-known artists I have the pleasure of liking, Charalambides is/are a strange beast. I recommended Our Bed Is Green, their chameleonic, decade-old debut, but since then they have changed somewhat and their sound has coalesced. Veering towards the freakish acoustic side of things that I mentioned in that review, Internal Eternal is a fascinating, frightening, and beautiful trip to a place few other musicians go.
The first two tracks, "Internal" and "Eternal," are similar in sound - guitars strummed and plucked increasingly urgently, in what sounds like a huge, empty space - and contain the same mystical quality that makes them feel like soundtracks to somebody else's fever dreams. "Two Way" adds a chilling violin to the equation, adding little to melody but much to atmospherics - the way it's played adds a level of soundscape to the song, and it's terrifying despite the major key finish. "Momentum" establishes a rhythm with the guitar, but is rather too atonal for my taste. "Who is Who" fades and swells wonderfully, though it is never too active. A lone triangle in "Fourth Ward for Life" heralds the beginning of "Dedication Melody," the somber, unhurried closer.
I'm not going to joke around here: this is a weird album, and if you don't like the first track, chances are you're not going to find anything you like on it at all. It's like moving to a bleak and unlit world for 50 minutes, with only a couple of haunted instruments as company. If they ever release a "Music for Black Magic Rituals" compilation (assuming they haven't already), this will be a great source for tracks.