
A sleazy, tape-saturated descent into occult doom. Blown-out riffs and psychedelic haze create a claustrophobic, late-night ritual of fuzz and feedback.
It's like being trapped in a 1970s horror movie with the loudest amps imaginable.
A nasty, angry beast of a recording that reeks of satanic nightmares and drug-induced visions.
The writing leans notably further into spirituality than the rest of the catalogue.
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