"Drummer? We don't need no stinking drummer!" These are the words I imagine AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED monstermind Scott Hull muttering to himself in his ultra-secret and hopefully Batcave-esque cubicle working for the United States Federal Government. At least, I hope that's what he said. By the water cooler. In 1994, yo, the year of our Grunge…

AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED has always been an art-house band for those who think art is made with syringes and broken dreams. Kick-starting the only-wave-that-anyone-cares-about drum machine Tech-Grind, Scott Hull forced everyone to sit up, shut up, and take notice of the most amount of damage inflicted within about 30 seconds and a billion bpm. And it was good. And then, PIG DESTROYER (also a Hull nightmare) came and gave you, me, and everyone else that new asshole we had been collectively looking for and AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED faded from the collective consciousness for a few years. Could be because they have only played live once. Once. In fifteen years. Now you tell me who is grim, true, and underground please. Thanks.

"Agorapocalypse", though, is a wholly different animal than anything which has come before it. It's slow. There are songs, dammit! Yes, still a wall of noise but for the first time it is artful and executed in a fashion that will make you want to bang your head and not only indiscriminately break everything around you. Specifically, check out the outstanding programming work in "Question Of Integrity". It just sounds fun. And lyrically, Hull or whoever writes the lyrics is right on their game of tongue in cheek humor, absolutely depraved in all aspects and I for one cannot get enough. As mentioned before this album has songs, not just sounds, and at 13 songs is, in terms of sheer number, just shy of three times (!) less songs than the last AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED beating "Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope." However, do not let that dissuade you. Accessible is a word uttered in hushed tones in these parts, if at all, because it connotes a band turning the suck way up for absolutely no reason. In the case of AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED, accessible is the only way to describe "Agorapocalypse". Check it out, and take the word accessible in context. Like, with a grain of Drano.