A horror fan could easily be misled by this band’s name and the cover of the disc, which features an image from Jean Rollin’s Eurosleaze classic The Rape of the Vampire. There are no songs about Frankenstein’s monster or Dracula on this bleak and vicious album. The monsters here are politicians, religious institutions, and the personal failures that eat away at you day after day until there’s nothing more left for them to consume. These monsters are presented on a sonic platform of rumbling concrete and knives against bricks. Not exactly uplifting.

 –mp (Midwestern Decline)