two finnish groups that on the surface are very different, but in the end actually find themselves to be distant cousins connected through the mighty cahier. the polka dot clan's half of this split is a sprawling piece of magic. it's the blood running through your veins, bringing life to everything it touches. mountainous drones and pulsating walls of guitars fill your arteries and pour out through open sores. but in some odd and unexplained way, this track is showered in ultraviolet warmth. body odour, on the other hand, is salt in the wounds. thick rivers of sludge doom and riot-worthy drums. this tepid cocktail is steeped in metal and it's heavy-handedness will stuck all the air out of the room. you're going to wanna die. 100 copies