I've a sneaking suspicion that Hell is real, and that a small group of demon's have escaped. Donning hastily stitched together skin-suits, they walked into a recording studio with some guitars and recorded this album. Brutal scowls, shrieking riffs, pounding rhythms and guttural lows come together and form a hellish soundscape that surely reminds it's composers of home. If this is what Hell sounds like, I am prepared to journey there.
