The first time I put this record on I thought it was a crock of shit. Crystalline but familiar synth sounds of yesterfuckinmillennium plus agonised yelping and blah blah blah. After a few more spins, I’m still not convinced that it ain’t a crock of shit; for all I know that may be the whole point. But what I do know is that it tears my guts out and lays ‘em down on the tarmac in nightmarishly weird new forms that’d make HR Giger vomit up his cornflakes, and I want more. It’s puke ugly and blood violent, yet strangely beautiful, like a chemical burn in the shape of a snowflake. It’s blowing my fucking mind.
(Ernest Jenning Recording Co.)
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Heavy. But is it just me who cant see the picture (presumably the sleeve)??
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