At first, with their opening track, “Faceless Shadow,” it all seems chaotic, with no rhyme or reason behind it. But then they fall into a nice, fast-paced rhythm before the track’s closing refrain. One thing that stands out about their style, at least for this author, is how much it echoes the ways ov old-timey rock blended with modern punk. I’m not too fond ov the vocalist, though. He doesn’t really sing, so much as he talks at you in rhythm to the riffing and percussion. This is especially evident with their track, “1888.” And it doesn’t sound like he gives much ov a rat’s ass about how he sounds. It isn’t too high-pitched, nor is it to gravelly. It’s just like the guy showed up out ov the blue one day and decided he wanted to be a vocalist for this band without any primary experience. The track after ’88 is the polar opposite, however. The vocalist (I’m about 83% certain that it’s someone else) actually sings well, like he’s been doing it for years.
All in all, this album is about quantity over quality. There are 13 tracks to this beast, all ov ‘em short and sweet. But there are certain imperfections one picks up on after long enough listening to the piece as a whole. Not stating that it’s a bad thing, but it seems like the vast majority ov the content these guys used to build their album was ’60s-era surf culture, James Bond references, and Jack the Ripper memorabilia. It just comes out bizarre. However, if you can look past it, you’ll find innovative riffs and catchy hooks, along with lively percussion and half-passable vocals about 40% ov the time. Not too bad a way to kill 45 minutes.
Source - Funereal Drone