As an idling tractor shakes you rougher the more slowly it throttles, Black Mayonnaise is an engine lulling you the nearer it comes to killing. "Doom-sludge" and "extreme-metal" can’t begin to explain the cyclic minimalism that Duncan adheres to, allowing for rifts that pluck at your mind, a rare drum hit cascades into memory remaking the environment, leading the way to complete waveform devastation. As one Russian reviewer put it, “The common irrational structure is called to completely disorient you. And this purpose will be attained." Silkscreen black on black gatefold.