From beginning to end, this album is a gradually worsening nightmare that does not forget to contain some delightfully twisted humor as well. I see and experience the music as a sort of exorcism of the soul. Sometimes accusing external entities, sometimes turning the anger (almost) towards oneself. The lyrics are mostly shocking, and balanced somewhat by their half-hidden humor and frivolously psychotic fervor. I am not sure if I should laugh, cry, cringe in terror or lash out in anger after hearing the tracks, so I decide to let all these feelings wash over me and emerge at the end with a renewed view on my (mostly) meaningless existence. I specially like the later, more abrasive tracks. The grinding and distorted sounds come to a climax in the last one "Ride out!", a primordial sort of war song. Very well done. After hearing this album all the previous DIJ albums start to sound somewhat bland (except for perhaps "Operation Hummingbird"). I do not care whether Douglas had any personal reasons for making this particular album or what his motives were for its directions, but I can say that its impact applies to a lot more than what some other "fans" are willing to give it credit for. If it is indeed a personal vendetta, then it must surely gain in comic value?