Fuelled in abstract fashion by dichotomy after crazy mad dance beat, this album flows and correlates like a magical and mysterious tumult. Frequently, the wonderful spasmodic screeches of ‘Jorge’ linger long after he's shut his gob.

Yes, this is very strange.

Casting only 4000 copies of this album is surely a travesty.
Listing prog and metal influences in equal measure, there is more than just a nod to Mr. Bungle here. (You might even be able to imagine Zippy and George mooching around in the background.) Robots cannot make music like this, for it requires a certain amount of deviance and aptitude to merely think about producing such a crazy, crazy thing.

Oh, how you will celebrate the day you stumble upon this magnificent record.