For a moment just imagine that all of the members of Depeche Mode had sex and children with Diana Ross and Debbie Harry. Now imagine those children had Marilyn Manson’s children and they all got thrown in a giant blender. The drink served up from that blender is named Ahab Rex. It is a drink of enormous power. It may cause hallucinations, intense bass vibrations, sexual arousal, and dissociation from self.

Ahab Rex is like a powerful drink on many levels. At first, the taste is a little odd and one cannot be sure of one’s opinion about the substance. Then there’s the bitterness of Mr. Rex’s voice. It’s a little hoppy and unrefined. But after some sitting and tasting, one may soon decide that a drink is best unrefined.

Soon enough the listener is deep inside the master’s lair and will remain there until the album’s end. While there, the listener will be slowly taunted by Rex’s deep and slightly demonic voice and stimulated by the sexy, soaring backup vocals of Brooke Cassell. Said prisoner will also be forced to dance, weep, and sit in a catatonic trance. When it’s all said and done, our prisoner (listener) will be left feeling exhilarated, exhausted, and perhaps dirty. Just like a good slave should.

One may be able to handle the aforementioned effects and therefore have a rousing good time the likes of Ozzy Osbourne without Sharon Osbourne around, or one might have a scary trip and cry or snort some ants (like Ozzy without Sharon). Either way, grab yourself some headphones and check out this album.