"Brain-meltingly abstract lyrics are shrieked by Cedric Bixler-Zavala like a man possessed by devils of his own making, over riffs which are so violently aggressive but so perfect you start to wonder if Omar Rodriguez Lopez is really a robot in skinny jeans. To this day One Armed Scissor sends out a jolt of electricity that could rouse the dead, while the quieter moments, such as the start of Enfilade with its Iggy Pop ransom call and unholy squeals, are as creepy as all living shittery."