There are cover albums and there are albums in which an artist disassembles their sound into its various influences and presents those influences individually, having been treated by the style that is the product of a combination of those pieces. If the latter makes any sense, this is of those. Being a key player in Nadja’s noise, it’s not surprising the My Bloody Valentine cover works arguably well – just sounds like MBV being attacked by an industrial strength Hoover at the bottom of the sea – but the other tracks sound the same: guitar fuzz cranked past the tolerance of the human ear and vocals distorted to a level of ambience appropriate to a room freshener. Nadja has basically regurgitated its guts. Loudly. With extra doom.

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