Imagine black metal heaven, as oxymoronic as that might be. This isn’t Alighieri’s vision of hell or the old Scandinavian paradise of Valhalla. No, here’s a place where shimmering golden gates tower high above and reach infinitely across a cotton white and idyllic cloud paradise. Only it’s completely empty. There’s not a soul to be found. On their third album, The Ark Work, Brooklyn’s Liturgy valiantly vies for an eternal residency in such a place.