"To the band's credit, the songs are not hindered with pointless, lumbering aeonian paced musings, but conversely, are paced brilliantly, kept surging by excellent drumming and guitar riffs just this side of catchy. Probably the best release of the band's short career, as it's more coherent and listenable than In the Name of Suffering and entirely less broken and alone than Dopesick. However, it is also the band's most potentially offensive, given the unflinching lyrical examination of humanity's dregs, not to mention the DeQuincey-like drug worship scattered about the inlay. Commercial intentions have clearly not been discussed. Characterized by moments of almost heart-stopping climactic intensity and burdening guts-out-on-the-floor honesty, this record boasts a damaging, sickening testament to anti-aesthetic vitriol. Truly unclean. Accept no imitation."