The debut album from this Swedish meatball grinder is like a metal-tipped leather whip slapping repeatedly on your raw butt-cheeks, drawing, blood and shivers of ecstasy. A few electrifying whacks! and you’ll be begging for more of Skold’s hyper-aggressive metal-industrial punishment, with its strains of Ministry and peals of painful pleasure reverberating in a most menacing, swexy way.
Shoshona Blackburn
