Hypnotic Swiss industrial which breezes in on the Doors-esque 'Our House' but soon melts into road movie rust with the oily 'Gasoline Man' . This is the bands fourth album in a peculiar yet stirring career. This record rarely left my turntable when I purchased it, a dark grey mechanical cloud of oddness that clanks, drives, fizzes and buzzes as much as any Ministry album whilst spewing forth a kaleidoscope of psychedelia and electro remoteness. 'Skinflowers' is wonderfully serene bleeding into the thrashy strains of 'Dame Chance' but for me it's the final two cuts on the record which offer so much beauty. 'She Rains' pictures a monolithic Jim Morrison character underneath an electrical storm as the band brood and groove in a 'Twin Peaks' nightmare and the final cut, 'Summer Eyes' has a gothic tinge. This is dark poetry in motion that at once rains, shines and bleeds onto the floor, making you want to dance but also wallow in some other place that The Young Gods are able to create with only the use of voice, samples and drums. Excellent.
8/10
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