Aided by Alex Newport's clean, confident production, this record crams 23 songs into just around the same amount of minutes -- piling unpredictable, split-second changes, blasts of 2-second-long space-riffs, and lupine screams onto spazzed-out keyboards that sound totally inhuman and strangely organic. It's nervy and sinuous and, above all else, uncomfortably apocalyptic -- which makes even more sense now, considering the temper of the times when it was recorded. Welcome to the beginning of the end. Here's your soundtrack.

Recyclable Body Fluids In Human Form     

Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy

Solar Panel Asses      

Live From The Russian Compound

Earwax Halo Manufactured For The Champion In All Of Us           

Wet Dream War Machine      

Listen, The Mighty Ear Is Here            

Who Wants A Dose Of The Clap?

Teenage Mustache    

How To Become A Virgin        

Anything Jesus Does I Can Do Better             

Late For A Double Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Water Closet             

File Under Soft Core Seizures            

Practiced Hatred         

Psst! Is That A Halfie In Your Pants?

The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like To See You In His Office       

Pulling The Christmas Pig By The Wrong Pair Of Ears         

Can We Please Get Another Nail In The Coffin Of Culture Theft?

Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch     

Twenty-Three Lubed Up Schizophrenics With Delusions Of Grandeur    

Captain Gaydar It's Time To Wind Your Clock Again            

Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Diseases Get Out Of My Bed          

Pickup Truck Full Of Forty Minutes