Valhom's third opus is filled with a variety of emotions, but despair is not one of them; and if it is present, it is hidden with the ingenuity of a drug mule, amongst the anger, hate and similar emotions. There is a tendency to rely upon frantic tempos, only occasionally slowing the pace, but sufficient shifts are maintained to provide for an intriguing listen.

As mentioned above, the originality quotient is reaching empty, but the combination of a production and performance of superior quality to the majority of solo misanthropic missions has created one of the few one-man projects whose presence is to be welcomed and not derided.