Grim ambient textures that remind me a little of the New Age music my friend Mike used to set the mood when we played D & D in middle school. It's also sorta reminiscent of those sketchy-sounding Burzum albums Varg recorded while he was in jail, in that it's like malevolent instrumentals with some somber Dark Ages plague-havingness. A distant drum pounds an ominous tattoo. At the top of side B there's a sound like upside-down bats slurping in a cave. You might want to listen to this in a blood-splattered laboratory, under a black light, after the surgeon has gone.
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--Francis Carr Jr.