...as th'universe darkens'n th'night creatures creep through th'gloom intent on spreadin' th'gospel o' doom all that can be heard is th'monumental stoned out riffin' jams that just pulverize'n crush with immense clouds o' sweet smoke...dronin'n dronin', fillin' th'room with th'heaviest sludge, th'like o' which hadn't been seen for many a moon...one o' th'best o' nineties stoner, different mix from th'original release'n well deservin' o' a few spins by all psycheads...