They Were Wrong, So We Drowned
Cool. This is actually one of the top more stand out albums this far. Problem is, that to describe it I'll have to compare it to a blend between Throbbing Gristle and The Residents with a vocalist that at times sound like Beck.
There's Always Room On The Broom is partly like a dentist's drill on the base of your nose, while We Fenced Other Gardens With The Bones Of Our Own manages to find a pretty nice groove.
The vocals are not the easiest to hear, and after reading up a bit about the album I still can't really make out that it's a concept story about witchcraft on Walpurgis Night, but that's okay.
Just a slight warning: Listening repeatedly might induce nosebleed.
My ears hurt.