Upon first listen to this I felt sick. Upon the second listening I felt dirty. And sicker. "Weapon" is an aural attack on sanity while "Gut Pleasures" is so far from pleasing that We have given up all hope of further existence. This record is the equivalent of swimming in fallout with open wounds. This record kills you. This record is inner turmoil industrialized. This record has replaced your feelings. This record is our future. This record is not for people. 500 copies. Black vinyl in a sleeve with some fucking letters on it.