All I have to say about this album right now is that anything that can make the Donald Duck voice depressing is completely awesome.
Later:
This is one of the weirdest things I've ever heard. The guy sounds like a big-band era jazz singer crooning repetitively over a collection of electronic and analog sounds including a fist pounding a slab of meat. The sounds themselves are amazing, much more clearly defined than most other things I listen to. The lyrical themes are dark, brooding and cryptic. Overall quite depressing and edgy.
Yummy.
I checked this album out because Mikael Åkerfeldt mentioned that it had a heavy influence on Opeth's as yet untitled upcoming album, expected sometime in 2008. It should be killer.
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