The ‘wall’ on offer here is very typical Vomir- it’s thick, sleazy and crude, taking in mid to upper paced constant roll of impenetrable wall matter. I guess it sounds like a mixture of rapid static bludgeoning, meets spurting and hammering broken sewage pipe rush. With Vomir unleashing it caustic flow and sinking rush upon you for 36 minutes and 38 seconds.  As Vomir has always said there will be no progression, movement or change in his sound, and that is as true as ever here. Yet for all it’s locked and un-moving-ness this is still a very rewarding and all engulfing sonic experience, and really no else does it quite like this black bag wearing Frenchman.

Simply put this is another unrelenting, locked and extremely nasty slice of ‘wall – making’  from one of the most know and respected names on the scene. If you’ve heard Vomir you'll know what to expected, but if your new to the HNW scene and wonder what's all the fuss is about; this will nicely melt and pummel you mind and body into submission.