Interesting album that probably deserves more revision. The title and cover suggest something like a satanic version of Run-DMC crossed with extremely heavy rock, but BWFH instead paints a mindlessly bleak picture of block-tweaking electro-drum beats filled with stories of shells of humans fighting over drugs, sex, and even darker ways of self-gratification. I'm not so sure it's the landmark document it's been purported to be, but it is a notable work which does establish his idiosyncratic style.