From the tweaked out wasteland of Southern California comes the schizo-tonal-musings of two sub-dimensional-fuzz-beings, Lord Salamander and Garm. Early in their embryonic development, their unnatural rhythms should be barely audible, yet, screeching through greasy layers of malignant flesh comes the stabbing flow of sonic energy. Lord Salamander rends your ego in two with its eclectic grooves while Garm drives on ceaselessly – like a dryer with a brick thrown in it till it tears itself apart. This release was recorded in Colorado and smashed onto one highly unstable slab of wax that is definitely not FDA approved.