Like being in a sonic war zone!

The latest release by "Alien" Jourgensen starts exactly where the last CD, Houses of the Mole, left off. The only difference is that while Houses was a soundtrack to unrelenting antagoniziation of the George W. Bush regime, this one is the soundscape to an all-out war against him. Jourgensen has never been shy of his mistrust and utter hatred for the policies of the Bush politicians. On the Ministry essential, Psalm 69, he went after Bush Sr. with utter ferocity. However, that was nothing compared to the all out bashing that Bush Jr. gets on Rio Grande Blood. The beats are like rounds being fired at the highest velocity possible, while the guitar riffs (many courtesy of Tommy V of Prong) drop like explostive bombs throughout the album. Very fast, very pulse pounding, very sarcastic, and definitely not for people that voted for Bush. Really, the album cover says it all!

LIKE THIS CD ALOT BUT......

Two problems...1. where the heck is the industrial??? It's all metal! 2. Tired and already tried lyrics and samples on the usual tired rants on the war on errorism. The good side of it is it's heavy as heck!! The addition of Tommy Victor and Raven (who of course need no introduction) is a plus! Overall, 3 stars, I think they should have incorporated more industrial like tunes like they did on the last album..but oh well, still worth picking up.

Music that lifts up Our Lord and Savior

When Sister Mary Theresa violated her vow of poverty and secreted Ministry's Rio Grande Blood into our cloister, I was of course obliged to confiscate the offending article at once. What blasphemous cover art! Surely a work of such contemptible heresy would corrupt the tranquility of our order in our mission to become closer to Our Lord and Savior. In the interest of better understanding the sophistry of the Beast's subversive designs, deep in the less salubrious hours of the night I perused this CD in the privacy of my humble quarters. Oh, the flesh-flaying guitars! The bone-crunching drums! A stentorian paean to the forces of darkness. An unholy cacophony bent on invoking The Prince of Lies himself! And yet...something compelled me to listen again and again. The pounding rhythms, the crescendo and fall of the wave-like riffs infected my heart and rooted in my veins. They awaked in me urges I'd long suppressed since my early girlhood. Soon I began to see the truth of Mr. Jourgensen's words, and was delighted to discover that they coincided with our Christian sensibilities. The evil was not in his music, a harbinger of wisdom and enlightenment, but in the prevarications of our sorely misguided president, Mr. Bush. I knew I must deliver this message to my sisters and make them see the inherent truth within. With but little convincing (although it did take some nights for Sister Carolina to overcome her recalcitrant disapproval), the sisters soon understood. We now doff our robes and habits every night and revel naked round the fires in the courtyard in an orgiastic frenzy of speed metal-induced euphoria. May the Lord bless and keep the purveyor of this spiritually uplifting music, the nice Mr. Alain Jourgensen. I will compose a letter to His Holiness the Pope beseeching his canonization just as soon as I've completed this review. Rest assured, Sister Theresa was duly punished with a round-robin of righteous spankings from our entire order, but I secretly suspect from her moans and squeals that she derives some measure of pleasure from our ministrations.