The cover art is so crude that early Jandek sleeves seem opulent by comparison; only a thousand copies of the CD were pressed; the back cover imposes its text over a fuzzy screencap of the south tower of the World Trade Center in mid-collapse. The music? Well, naturally it’s finally-we’re-putting-the-basement-to-good-use raw-throated soil-stained exploding-toilet Finnish black metal, just the kind we like -- repetitive, swollen, unbelievably harsh and incredibly passionate. The lyrics are screamed in a voice that succeeds in sounding both painfully human and totally unearthly. It is compelling. |
