cja sceams, "i am a fucking monster." shout it from on high. cja's master opus, "ironclad," reaks of monstrous minimalist genius. these songs are unearthed from a secret place, within the depths of new zealand's green pastures and jagged mountains. this is music that was destroyed and pieced back together so that it can destroy you. "ironclad" is a monolith. hell, it caused cja to stop making solo records. it is that good. don't take it from me, take it from glenn donaldson: "i've already set all my electric guitars ablaze in tribute to cja."