(intherazorhouse.com) What’s goin’ on here? Is Marilyn Manson fronting a roots-rock band? Is someone composing an Industrial/soul music hybrid Jesus Christ Superstar sequal? Is Tom Waits writing material for the lounge act at Satan’s mid-priced hotel? Did the Mole People just get into Country and Western? Did someone set me ex-stalker’s e-mails to music? I know not the answer to any of these questions, causing profound confusion, but as someone once posited, confusuonj is sex. While I’m not exactly sure about that statement, after a few listens to this album, my addled brain is certainly trasmitting similar stimulation.