Returning to the possessed forest from where they came, The Skaters unload a feedback dirty bomb. These three tracks will split every atom in your skull, dump it in the icy cold rivers of the arctic, and turn your teeth into instant fossils. It's a heavy, intense blitzkrieg of sound. Some music is primitive, but this shit is prehistoric. Cro-magnon man beware, The Skaters are coming for your species with only one intention: annihilation. With their phases turned up to 10, this psychedelic romp through space and time is nothing short of breathtaking. Literally. These tracks are claustrophobic to the point of feeling like you are being buried alive. But it's appropriate as one easily imagines The Skaters drenching themselves in mud and stomping around in a ritualistic fervor. "Mount Amongst Mountains" is the sound of Mother Nature battling through the earth into the depths of hell. As she mangles and spits out trees, complete terror is left in her wake. This song is 15 minutes of pure monolithic oppression. "Here a Scarf Lies, There an Excited Call is Heard" plays out like a Machiavellian drama. Nothing is what it seems, and as the jangling chimes try to poke their head above the sea of swirling, menacing guitars and vocal incantations, every inclination of hope is drowned. Only a sucker would think there was light on the other side of this composition. "Palm Shaper" ends with the howling exorcism of "Muddflaps Flagellations." Ending in the same manner which this album begins, "Muddflaps" is another all-out sensory assault. Take nothing for granted and watch your step, because these psych land mines are ready to blow your fucking mind. 8/10 -- Brad Rose (8 June, 2005)