This CD starts out on an old school industrial trip—the good stuff, before the sound got co-opted by metal in the ‘90s. Then it moves into more organic garage-y punk stuff. Soon it devolves into a bunch of banging and beeping and sexy French growling. That’s when I realize that I’m staring at the guy on the cover who is painted silver and wearing an all-over-print tiger shirt while standing in front of a pentagram, and I’m totally hypnotized and the music doesn’t even matter anymore. –MP Johnson (Mondo Mongo)