A WTF even for us. Abused orchestral elements, electronic percussion, destroyed choirs, multiple anvils and what sound like distorted tornados all come together in what has been described as "The soundtrack to your distant cousin's performance art piece, the one where he was wearing only rubber gloves and a clown mask." If you never want to have sex again, just loop, oh, :18 to :30, though pretty much the whole piece functions as birth control. Gets exceptionally intense from 1:04 to 1:11. Seriously strange and strangely exciting.