We open on ominous pads, a church bell tolling (welcome back old chum!) and, direct from the cloisters, some chanted Gregorian business. Really, we couldn’t be anywhere else but psy-land (Exis’s presence is another ample clue). What follows is a cannonball run of acid rage, hard rawk yells (+ geetars), scything synths and a firebranding preacher man, all naturally built around a whip-quick tempo. Mad… but are you not entertained?