The album EFA takes you right to the active volcano’s orifice, smears ritual body paint all over you, and prepares you to make a human offering to the Sun God.
There is no sane way to review this CD. 44 minutes of songs, covers, sounds and either madly witty lyrics, or stupid-as-hell stories/parodies. Or something.
Allow the glorious feedback of Sonic Boom to caress thine skin and alter thine eyes as the stumbling auditory brook splashes you to see the secrets of Now.
Almost entirely instrumental, using synths and sampling to create an evil, eerie, Middle Eastern-type motif. Capable of inspiring more maleficence than Slayer.