Flowers in the Attic: Flowers in the Attic
Nine nameless tracks sear the brainstem—well, the tracks may have names, but who knows. Some text accompanies the CD, but with all its talk of stabbing mother in the womb and taking life at the point of climax and smelling havoc on her dirty breath and stabstabstabstabstab, it’s difficult to tell if they’re song names, lyrics, or some mock shock tactic. Doesn’t really matter. These tracks splinter into single-minded, high-octane instrument abuse that satisfies the soul as it bleeds the ears.
Read more in the December 18, 2002 Local Music Feature.