Live at Camp Blood, a psychic seance of toxic neon junk, collaborative retch and wrangle. The is the new sound of vomit crunk, a heaving mess of strangled feedback & black mood confusion, death grasp electronics, mangled guitar and mutilated voices congealing into an unpleasant future. Just who could have survived and what was left of them? No one, nothing. Not recommended for fans of music ! Full color artwork in jewelcase: cover by Jesse Jackson, designed by John Wiese, mastered by Pete Swanson.