‘From the crowded catacombs of Palermo and necrotic aviaries of Northamptonshire, here are our jurors assembled, paper-lipped and unconvinced. Through Ian Wilkinson’s captured corpse-light – illustrious cadavers in whispered conversation with disintegrating psychopomps – and Iain Sinclair’s autoptic interrogation of these familiar strangers, we are granted a startlingly beautiful audience with the final, where in those knowing sockets it is we who are appraised. A mortal wonder.’
Alan Moore