The saving grace may be that I'm not entirely convinced that Zairo (Where's sole member) is taking the entire notion too seriously, and is instead indulging in a bit of a pisstake. There is some merit in the subterranean premise, that what we dismiss as mere vermin are a lot hardier than we think and may (at least metaphorically) come back to bite us on the ass.

Moving on to the music (allegedly recorded solely in rat-infested places and Piombino sewers), Where starts off with some ambient drones before moving onto sample laden ambience of trickling water and steel rolls. If the purpose is to transport us into a murky sewer, he has succeeded. Some hideous sounds (distorted rat squeals) herald the entry of the third track --actually that's it, all fifteen seconds, and it adds little to the album's atmosphere. The remaining two tracks follow a similar pattern to the first two, and barring the annoying interlude, actually constitute a more than adequate entry into the drone-laden field. It's just that the theme tends to detract from rather than enhance or amplify the music contained within.