It’s alternately pretty’n’ugly’n’sometimes pretty ugly. I’ll be throwin’ it on the next time I smoke pot while I watch the sun come up in a snatch-pink sky.
This disc is not only exciting, it is singable, listenable, and crammed with dirty secrets to clog your mind’s jewelry box, like jewels crusted in garbage.
I usually expect Alec Empire to set a drum machine to its fastest tempo and distort the hell out of it before chanting anarchic lyrics into a shitty mic.