Ofc it's aggressive and brooding, but most importantly, it's intense af. Whether it's the most pounding noise rock (No Good to Anyone, mournful folk (Callie), a Torche song (OJ Kush) or menacing sludge (Cocobolo), there lies an underlying passion in the delivery that exceeds the pure sonic considerations: this is not a noise rock record, nor a sludge one, nor a pure metal one: this is an intense record, and this intensity is displayed within a broad spectrum of genres. It's weird, mad, sick, powerful, lunatic, and sad. It's an album made by a man who wanted to exorcise his demons, and those who will let themselves go will find something to resonate to. It's no perfect record though, as not all tracks manage to grasp the listener as the best cuts here do.
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