This is grating, droning noise grind. Think: Shellac guitar tone and Bastard Noise textures, yet without either band’s fury or inventiveness. Nothing about this tape is accessible, but somehow wholly predictable. (For a six-and-a-half minute song, “Screwdriver” is numbingly repetitive.) All atmosphere, no substance. A slow motion mindfuck. The liner notes are pretentious to boot: “Thank you to those who served as sacrifices. Thank you for the touch of entropy on your body.” The title is fitting, because I can’t recommend this tape to anyone except to those who welcome pain.
–Sean Arenas (Laugh Now, laughnowrecords.com)