I remember the first time I ever said this album's name in the mirror backwards; an aggro tech goth ghost popped out of the mirror and punched me in the face then proceeded to have consensual relations with my wife who then proceeded to beat me up after I forgot to take the trash down to the curb, which I later learned included myself. The only thing hotter than this album is the buckshot Dick Cheney used to try to hunt me down in the forest for his illuminati friends. ALBUM IS GOOD.