The album very quickly sucked me into some sort of trance like state, where time slowed down, where time didn't matter, where I BECAME time. As the album grew, I grew, as the album built itself up, my own foundations where enhanced, as the song climaxed, I found myself just as empowered as the muse who gave Boris their inspiration. Slowly, but unnoticeably, 5 minutes became 25 minutes, became 45 minutes. Slowly, but purposefully, the drones became a nightmare, a sludgy mantra, became a boulder crushing everything in its way, crushing me, and just as I had grown and the song had grown and time had grown and the world seemed to be some giant, thick, monolithic version of itself, everything began to decline. The drums slowly disappeared as the boulder began to deaccelerate and shrink. The vocals, fierce, brutal, and (for lack of a more poetic word) mindfucking, exited, and once again the song as well as myself was being orchestrated only by the heavy instruments. The drones, sludge, and doom slowly subsided as I found myself more calmed, and around the 50 minute mark (as if time is even something applicable to this album), everything began its final descent as the guitar feedback entered, took hold, and became the only sound.