Get ready to get weird. Programmed drums and buzzing bass lines stutter along behind grunted vocals. Said grunter spits and howls with a flair for the perverse, wielding Catholic and satanic imagery like a filthy weapon encrusted in bodily fluids. With song titles like “Uncircumcised Stranger in the Sanctuary” and “Thrusting in the Shadow of Death,” we’re clearly going for an unsettling Zappa-esque vibe here. You have succeeded in weirding me out, Roman Gabriel Todd. Mission accomplished, I guess. I am not sure why this exists.
–Indiana Laub (Local Hot Unction, no address listed)