You got to be prepared for this malicious blend of industrial, noise and black metal. It could have been a tried and tested formula (and it is), but then there's this entity Scythe, whom with extreme finesse bring a kind of ominous bleakness that transcends the listener's capability to grasp everything at once. This is another irrefutable proof that good underground belongs to a different geography now. South of heaven straight into hell.
Favorite track: Streams Of A Fading Whore.