A few bonus tracks have been thrown in for this, the North American release of Comity's 2003 conceptual effort, but it's not likely that they will interrupt or detract from the flow of any underlying theme or message for the listener. Without a lyric sheet nearby the vocals remain nearly indecipherable, proving that if there is any knowledge at all to be gleamed from this outing, it is that these French noise mongers are pissed and they aren't afraid to show it.

Ambition is everything for this band as they tear through genre limitations like barbwire through flesh. From unnerving "Jane Doe"-era Converge noise and metal ferocity to The Red Chord-styled grind and Isis and Neurosis' gargantuan ambient expansiveness, this offering is as unsettling as a chorus of pneumatic drills scraping against chalkboards. The bloodthirstiness and savagery this band routinely exercise is not for the faint of heart as the material takes on a very primal nature. Numerous songs clock in at eleven minutes and over and are quick to hurl conventional structuring out the window. In fact, the only method to madness here is that there is no method and for whatever reason, it's strangely refreshing as a result.

From the onset the bands wicked intentions are imposed on the listener whether they like it or not. There's no dynamic game plan, instead it's more of a jam session from a talented outfit who all seemingly share bipolar personalities. Their eagerness to engulf the listener in a firestorm of frenzied metal and then fade into droning gray skies is frightening. Of course one's patience and endurance will be tested while experiencing this over an hour long affair. One's sanity might also be put up for grabs as well. But there's no denying that despite all the excessive self-indulgence on display here, this is the perfect album for those who wish groups like Cult Of Luna and Isis went for the jugular as well, rather than focusing mainly on the cerebral cortex.