aurals
The hostility of the lyrics toward a whorish, devilish woman, or lacking in womanhood, a spectre in a dissonant aggression marked by jazz-oriented grindcore and mathematic presicion with a fluidity that moves like a river rapid, swallowing the listener up like a drowning victim, up and down, fast and slow, in uneven yet structured rises and falls the music, noisy and in somatic facelessness, this devil woman devours the soul, betraying death's illusion, an action without meaning...
Favorite track: Nong Eye Gong.