Or so says Michael Deeds in his new Idaho Statesman review of the new album. I always find it interesting how good critics keep their writing about music alive when they're continually writing about the same subject ... but Deeds manages to unleash a few humdingers in his review. A particularly great passage:
"Guitarist Thaddeus Turner blazes through a porn-filthy solo that burns like blisters. Just as the momentum climaxes, Watts spontaneously combusts just as someone shoves him over a cliff. It's brilliant stuff."