An essential album from the UK trance-noise legends SKULLFLOWER. A black-void beaming of utterly destroyed drone rock and crushing amplifier obliteration that rains down black ash and punishing blasts of feedback skree on the listener. An avalanche of powerdrone that threatens to take your cranium apart and transport your grey matter into filthy new dimensions infested with melodic razor cuts and submerged mantras. A triumphant eruption of radioactive raga swarms, guaranteed to loosen eardrums.

This album is one of the heaviest, harshest slabs of guitar armageddon from Matthew Bower (Black Sun Roof!, Pure, ex-Ramleh, Hototogisu, Valley Of Fear, Voltigeurs, etc) since the glory days of Total, and bridges the void between the krautrock/celestial free drone influence of the last few Skullflower albums, and the blackened molten death of his Mirag material.

Jewelcase with obi strip.