Blunted church burner Kinlaw and bile spitting nomad Franco Franco savage through ten of their coldest cuts for ATC’s first sacrificial offering. The LP opens with ‘Eric Draven’, an apocalyptic bombardment of mechanical disintegration and shouted nuclear alarm. Then follows with ’Cuore Molle Palle Mosce’, their alienated battle cry for the kingdom of Wessex, already weaponised in the dank chambers of Avon. ‘Cyborg Mc’ spouts the metalloid delusions of the dystopian preacher, arsenic utterings of the ego-centric android and ‘Fat Come’ is an ode to guttural subs of the Butter Gollem, birthed from Goram’s phlegm.