After a triumphant split with the Endless Blockade Eric Wood clearly isn’t resting on his laurels, once more bass-enabled and back in the saddle for another sprawling ode to the many evils and blind predations of humanity. Spoken-word invocations, ambient chatter and odd, jazzish excursions all creak and swirl around Wood’s inimitable end-of-the-world bass thrum, a stumbling lunacy of vast rending sounds and downed-pylon crackle that serves as the only thing more terrifying than the shrieks, grunts and gurgles through which his complaints and critiques are voiced.
