Couple more tracks of two-man sludge from the Body, dragging their cloven hooves through MDC’s Dead Cops and, bizarrely, Body Count’s Copkiller, rendering both all but unrecognizable. As ever it’s a question of locking down into a depressing groove and not quitting until the damn thing is hammered deep into the dirt, all while someone (or something…) screeches bitterly over the top like some black-feathered harbinger of doom, cawing and cackling away until the caustic ooze has smothered all in its slow-moving path…
