I'd give a fuck if Albin pretends to be a rock n' roller now and also pretending to reject all his characteristic style work behind him. Everyone should be able to change, or to twist the course of things and ideas but don't expect to be praised for your intentions or reputation alone, change with style and change for good, not for worst.
This work should have been released with a pseudonym, instead it got fermented by the reputation from Der Blutharsch's name and this is just suicidal. It doesn't take you to change style or dynamics to lose a fan base, it only takes a bad work and mediocrity, and this work summarize such conditions.
This work has not head or tail and the sloppy playing and production could be forgiven for a beginner but not a veteran like this. The utter distortion and out of tune guitars creates a huge reverberation that could represent a huge hang over after a big wild party, the tunes are rhythmless, the guitars (played as major league instruments here) completely overshadow the remaining instruments with their infinite reverberation, the singing is horrible, pure cacophony made to supply incautious... what else can be said? Mediocre. Only one song saves the nightmare, the last one, its the more cohesive from all, the better played and sung. That last hidden monologue with rhythm box accompaniment from Bain Wolfkind is ubnoxious and fortunately its the vomit that end up the whole episode of alcohol intoxication.
Silence is certainly gold after this.