a rash, noisy clusterfuck of clusterfucks. picture a bunch of horrifyingly anthropomorphized saxophones viciously devouring the corpses of a pride of poor, but equally horrifying-looking lions. how the fuck did all these lions die at the hands of a couple saxophones? was there a motive? or this is just a sport for these seemingly murderous saxophones? after a while, the discovery channel effect sets in; you'll forget how terrifying throat is as a piece of music. as the record appears to slowly organize itself, it'll brainwash you into thinking it has some sort of structure and harmony and by the end you'll have convinced yourself that this natural and fine and organic... until that last track, at which point you will be utterly confused about what you just listened to and whether or not you are sane.
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