
A skeletal, percussive masterpiece of apocalyptic blues. Recorded in a concrete room, it sounds like the world ending in a junk shop.
It's like a blues band playing in a haunted junkyard while the world ends.
A grimly humorous and deeply visceral exploration of mortality set against a backdrop of industrial-blues clatter.
Desert saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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