Brutally demented, Primitive Man's four song, 30+ minute LP "Home Is Where The Hatred Is" is a mood altering trip in a very negative way. I'm not kidding.
You could be out skipping through a meadow of flowers with the love of your life, with butterflies surrounding you and the sun shining and then if this record came on the scene would change drastically. "Home Is Where The Hatred Is" would conjure up armed assassins from their hiding spots in the grass, bombs would go off, fire everywhere, bloody body parts would rain down from the sky... hell, Satan himself might even show up to direct the scene.
This music will make you see horrific visions no matter how good things might be going for you. Your brain chemistry will change when you listen to Primitive Man.
Desperate. Doom. Unhappy. Bleak. Powerful. Evil. Amazing.