
Fifty minutes of monolithic, fuzz-drenched doom. A landmark of misanthropic stoner metal that feels like being slowly crushed by a wall of vintage amplifiers.
It's like being buried alive in a mountain of vintage Orange amplifiers.
A suffocating, misanthropic weight that feels both ancient and apocalyptic.
The writing leans notably further into existential than the rest of the catalogue.
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