Ukrainian chamber of commerce in shambles.
Nathan W. Walker | delray beach, fl United States | 01/25/2003
(5 out of 5 stars)
"if you are having one of those weeks when simply nothing else will do except single-track concept albums about psychotic ukrainian overlords opening the doorways to apocalypse via astral projection into the fourth dimension, then this has finally arrived to fill that gaping void. if you have ever really really demanded the david tibet vs. mr. bungle cover of pink floyd's animals as recorded and played back on the modified dealership sound system of one thousand discontinued yugos, funded by black market arms deals in backwater stalinist breakaway russian republics, this will come as close to fulfilling your fondest dreams as anything ever will. if you have ever wondered what glenn danzig's black aria would have come out like if he really was from danzig and chased by maddening flocks of plague-ridden wolves in the darkest of really dark forests, dying of thirst and hunger but too scared to drink from the polluted wastes that were rivers once but now well on their way to becoming sentient, serpentine oil slicks that will one day swallow all that remains of civilization, well here you go. seriously."