That title, of course, loosely translates as "Tips for Suicide." Even by the standards of the Swamp this record is extremely far out. Heady Krautrock sung in Latin and German, Necronomicon's sole album propels itself along nicely on a black magic carpet of organ and slashing guitars. It is as pretentious as music can possibly aspire to be but still sounds like the angsty drug freakout of thuggish teenagers, despite the occasional operatic choir or Slavic folk strain. A bleak worldview tempered by dark humor and bold imagination, this album perhaps sounds best during a thunderstorm or natural catastrophe.In Memoriam
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