In the sheer lunacy of The Scythian's latest effort, a strange sense of coherence lingers. As if each piece represents some cryptic and violent moment of clarity.
Experimental, but familiar. Improvisational, but calculated. Brutal, but peacefully unsettling.
"Of the demonstrably wise there are but two: those who commit suicide, and those who keep their reasoning faculties atrophied by drink." ~Mark Twain