Wrong

I can her a lot of influences. Rob's vocals sometime remind me of Danzig, and even... Tim Curry. And the precise, yet janky, sound reminds me of those artsy post-punk bands like Gang of Four and Wire. And at moments you can also hear where Fugazi got their sound from.

What instantly graces your eardrums in this album is the tone that shifts between being funky and being a rabid dog, if you catch what I mean. And it all has to do with that filthy bassline, which caries the album immensely on many tracks. The guitar and drums are no slouches either, and compliment the cacophonous atmosphere. What's even better is how all the songs have a distinct sound, yet they all fit together well in an album setting.

It's chaotic, and you never quite know what to expect once you first tune into it. The Tower rolls like a groove metal tune, and The End of All Things is like an ascending gospel tune for the nigh end times. Truly a trip with many highs.