This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
As bleak as a Washington dawn. As black and powerful as a quadruple jolt of espresso. Could this lumbering, thundering quintet have come from anywhere but Seattle?
Not likely; one listen and you can hear their geographic roots in the off-kilter, Soundgarden angles of the guitar, the thudding, polyrhythmic percussion and the guttural-growl-to-a-scream vocals. Even the touch of Type O Negative goth-rock fits in like rain on a summer’s day. And hey, their name sort of rings a bell too, don’t it?
