TEETHED GLORY AND INJURY

Having once witnessed a wildly destructive and bloody (but thankfully not lethal) car accident, I know what it's like to see something so horrific that you simply can't look away. There's nothing pleasant about the image in front of you, but something in your primal monkey brain is insisting that you stare and take note of the bloody destruction sprawled out in front of you.

This is basically how I feel about this album. The music, if you can call it that, oscillates back and forth between horrible and downright terrifying (I mean like actually fear inducing). Sure, there is the occasional melancholic ambient passage but, like the quiet before the car accident I witnessed, they're usually rudely interrupted. And yet, despite this, I find myself revisiting this record over and over again. What the hell is wrong with me?