Four tracks and (gratefully) only about half an hour long, the latest effort from these avant noise construction workers was recorded during a heat wave and sounds like it. This is music that melts -- not softly and pleasantly like ice cream or gracefully like snow, but with sludgy, viscous resentment. Imagine an angry interstate highway softening in the humid furnace of a Texas summer day, and imagine what it would sound like if it could sing: that's the sound of
Mouthus on
Follow This House. Is it good? Hard to say. It's got some complexity, and you could probably call it interesting, but the experience of listening to it isn't really musical -- it's more queasily anthropological. It's mood music for a particularly bad mood. Proceed with that particular brand of caution that one might normally reserve for albums by
Merzbow featuring pictures of dismembered people on the cover.