The mix of sounds here are quite original and there’s no doubt about it they do managed to conjure up every now and then a disturbing & tangible rocking in chair freak-outness on tracks like Anoxi, that’s starts with a sinister throbbing purring drone, before chattering eerier and distirbing hyper-ventilation sounds are added. As the drone takes on almost a doom like guitar throb and chanted voices builds the ill and stale atmosphere. But on the other side of the coin we have the plainly  snigger inducing over-the-top theatrical B-grade thudding industrial soundscape/ bloody surgery smock ambience  of Flaggan På Halv Stång- which has the singer ask us to “Pull out his teeth, peel back his skin etc” which  just comes across as been utterly ridiculous and not in in the least bit sinister or macabre, which I presume was the desired effect. The whole album tends to walk the thin line between been convincing and atmospheric and laughable and a little hammy.

So a rather mixed doctors bag of an album, that offers up some heady abounded  sanity and decaying psychiatric ward chills, but sadly ruins some of the atmosphere with it’s comic edges.