Time-melting, dimension-warping hypno-doom from this Oregon trio. Truly spaced, with cosmic vocals melting into swirling rhythms, displaying a knack for constructing massive, epic, galactic musical journeys that may be impossible to return from. (Or, if you prefer, Yob is Hawkwind getting raped in the ass by Melvins.)
01. Ball of Molten Lead
02. Exorcism of the Host
03. Doom #2
04. The Illusion Of Motion
