“All In Due Time”

All In Due Time was written across three winters in a house that kept its own counsel. Pro Biohay returns with a record built from the sounds of waiting rooms, dinner tables, and the particular silence that follows an apology no one gave.

Each of the five pieces circles the same object — an apple left to brown on a windowsill, a pegboard wall hung with the tools of a father's temper, a necktie folded and never worn again. The record does not rush to explain them. It lets them sit, the way dread sits, until the meaning arrives on its own schedule.