This album is filled with dread right from the start. You hear them putting the bomb under the table in the room and your sweat glands start to pulsate because you know something’s going to happen but you’re not sure exactly what and you’re not sure exactly when.
This is a menacing, drawn-out soundscape which takes its time in tormenting and teasing you and your life is somehow, inexplicably, all the better for it. It is like the soundtrack to some sexy and dark Scottish film noir which just happens to have not been made as yet.
Every note has been carefully honed, planned and fitted together with its disc mates to create one gorgeously satisfying whole and everyone here is playing as though their lives depend upon it. Every sound has been given a specific place for a specific purpose, to build up the overall mood and feeling of paranoia and brooding fear, which is why there were, quite rightly, no singles from the album.
It works best as one whole hour-long piece. Much was made at the time of there being no vocals on any of the tracks but the simple truth is, they’re not needed. The music conveys every feeling perfectly.
