Oh my, what is this? The alien globule of Damaged Bug’s errant planet has circled the sun and re-enters our orbit where last year’s Cold Hot Plumbs left off. Urgent falsetto morbidities detail Damaged Bug’s most rhythmically adventurous offering yet, syncopating lush landscapes with moon-shot death rays. Witness in horror the tractor beam pull of Slay The Priest – a breathless sprint through unfamiliar enemy territory – erratic laser beam synths dredge the lake, hard panned double drums resurrect dead heartbeats – load thy crossbow, friend, this night is long and we appear beset on all sides. The Bug is back and more hideous than ever – join us in a gawp at its iridescent shell, its alien mandibles…and the guts streaming from the wound. 3 sides on 2 LPs in a gatefold jacket, with an etched 4th side.