Packaged in a fitting sleazy picture of the outside of a rundown adult shop and what looks like shit writing on a white washed wall your prepared for something distinctly unsavoury and sick, and it’s audio inners don’t let you down. It all starts off with a looped roaring drone that seems to build on it self again and again, really drilling into your very being, which then builds into a raising and slightly shifting feedback drone that Filthy Turd loops out and out building this suffocating grimy seedy sonic air. Then he expands it’s grim semen splashed and maggot crawled horizon on for the next 40 minutes or so with it in the end falling more and more in to high pitched feedback fields. It’s simple but effective as its penetrating deep into you with its yellowed and pained drone unfold.

An excise in brutal drone boiling and feedback overdose that’s guaranteed to be ring through your being long after it’s finished with its soiled displeasure.