There's only one way to introduce this album - "Wow, what a monster" - as you peel yourself off the wall; this is industrial at its peak, throw in hardcore vocals and imagery and you have close to perfection in my book. 

This will not appeal to fans of AOR by any stretch of the imagination, neither will it cross over to the fans of prog or the synth doodling of The Prodigy or, latterly, Pendulum; this is a teeth clenching white knuckle ride from start to finish and,to quote the press release, "A journey through the recesses of a damaged mind, a scream from a reality consumed by torment, agony and desolation!" I fully concur, everything I like about industrial is here in spades - driving programmed drums, programmed repetitive loops and rhythms, in your face guitar, Al Jourgenson-style ranting vocals, the whole delivery meant to make you feel uncomfortable.

The intro lulls you in but doesn't prepare you for what follows. What starts as a scream becomes a full force aural blitz and by the time you hit 'Life Down' you are fucked!! What follows, tracks like 'Mind Eraser' and 'Drip Feed ', continue the barrage before 'Wall Of Christ' nails you to the proverbial cross. Then the rhythm changes and 'Dead In The Mind' begins to bring you down before 'Crash Reality' finishes the job. It didn't surprise me to find that Concrete Lung have recently toured with both Front Line Assembly and The Young Gods (that must have been a gig and a half).

Anyone with a taste for the more extreme, I suggest you go out and own this now; anyone with any other preferences, be afraid!!!

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