Bloody-naked-tied-upside-down-hanging-from-a-tree-guy-wearing-a-pig-mask on the cover—check. Must be HoZac Records release. I pretty much like or love everything on this label, purveyors of extreme bands, and Francis fits right in—not super fast, or too noisy, or particularly arty, but a fucked up combination of all those things in very palatable droning way. Francis is from Bisbee, AZ, a strange-ass and cool lost oasis, so no wonder the band sounds like a toothless cousin to TV Ghost or Functional Blackouts. Mysteriously refreshing, like a spray of new car fragrance in your mouth.