Chicago's Yakuza kick off this aural assualt with a Tibetan monk drone, that's just before some humungously large riffs drop into your lap and twist your goolies into a contorted knot. They're not averse to a bit of subtelty and invention either, in fact this is an indescribable mix of avant metal, jazzcore and post-apocalyptic psychedelia. The album ends with "01100011101", a cerebral forty-three minute instrumental that has large dollops of post hardcore about it as well as superb guitar and bass riffing. Terrorizer magazine observes 'When Yakuza hit their mark they come off as a jazz-inflected mixture of early 90s experimental thrash (Bastro seems to be a major influence) and post Helmet groove metal'.