This is Botch at the top of their game. Unfortunately they felt it was foolish to try to pursue a career playing noise, something that many of their counterparts tried to do as worse bands and failed. This album comes out swinging you just get 13 seconds of a strange guitar riff that is Spaim until Japam lurches out full force with Knudson's shape-shifting angular guitar riff wizardry. Framce falls out of the sky like an Asteriod to end all things. Vietnam is the mathy somewhat tamed one of the past 3 I mentioned. Afghamistam is breathtakingly gorgeous and completely out of character for Botch, complete with piano, clean vox, and violin. Micaragua is a mess of Dave Knudson's guitar effect creativity. He tweaks his delay pedal until it builds along side Tim's cascading tom rolls into a volcano that erupts spewing lava over everything. It becomes a breakdown that just crushes harder and harder as Dave and Brian downtune their guitars in time with each other until it all falls apart and the delay just fades out. Botch R.I.P
