SAYONARA

Hell’s Ditch.

When it is not simply uninspired, it’s just unremittingly ugly, and to no good end.

Syllables gurgle and drown at the back of Shane’s throat, in a welter of slurs and elision.

Where earlier efforts had seemed a reflected impression of degraded circumstance, the songs here shoot straight through a degraded heart.

I have it in me to excoriate this thing at great length, but I don't have it in me...