Even though Iron Monkey broke up after this, I still love them for this album. To put it quite simply to explain their sound, you would have to imagine the heaviest Black Sabbath riffs made, and multiply them sixty times. The results are even heavier. The noise these nutters make is like a fist in an iron glove, slamming into your gut when the first song plays. Everything moves and glides with a maniacal genius hidden in it. The vocals are the only acqired taste, though; Johnny Morrow's apocalyptic indecipherable screams will curdle your blood and make your hair stand on end- he's that scary. Anyway, buy this if you love doom/crust/stoner metal, and stay the hell away if you don't know anything.