Jack Off Jill screams, they whisper and pant and breathe in your ear, then they lick your earlobe softly before driving a metal rod through your skull.
This stuff is pretty good, albeit kinda unfocused, cuz The Royal Beat Conspiracy jumps ’round the genrescope, but then again, not much more than the Stones.
The Infernal Storm is cleaner and better-played than any of their previous efforts, and it retains the kind of morbid magic that the classics embodied.
Some atmospheric keys and a female vocalist above the Ministry-meets-Meshuggah chug, but Jorgen could say, “how’s it going?” and it’d sound evil as shit.