Worship plays heavy, atmospheric and slow funereal (is that a word?) doom in the vein of the gods, Skepticism and perhaps a smidgen of disembowelment thrown in for good measure. The normal subjects are covered: gleeful suicide, orgasmic ailments, wonderful solitude and other stuff I couldn't understand because my German is rusty and my French is non-existent. I usually prefer more uptempo stuff, but for pure dismal atmosphere, Worship, if not entirely original, get the job done.

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