This album sets the pace for heavy in the mid-90s, and very few even came close to its mastery of molten sludge riffs and vocals scream of pain and hopelessness. I just can't put into words how freakin' insanely heavy the guitars are. They crunch and roar with a ferocity that is still unmatched. How about this word for a description: chuggachunkawaaaachiggachunk. Yell this word in a really low James Earl Jones voice, screaming it through a microphone hooked up to a Mesa Boogie Dual Rectifier guitar amp. Try that, and it might be close to what you can expect from this album. Every song is full of some of the sickest riffing this side of Black Sabbath, and the laid back tempos push the songs along like barges on the Mississippi River. Definitely not for the meek listener. Wear protective gear while playing this album.