This quartet from the edge of the world (aka Perth, Australia) has a sound that lives somewhere on the edge of sanity. At times coldly mechanical and at others shockingly visceral, they can wring beauty out of harsh distortion and make a pretty piano part drip with dread. Where other futurist rock music might focus on man vs. machine, Snowman seem to have plunged themselves into some nightmarish David Cronenberg transformation right at the moment where the protagonist becomes more mechanical than human. (They even make it explicit with the tortured "We are machines" refrain that ends "Gods of the Upper House".) The record is a proud enigma, technologically advanced and primal, referential but utterly unique, a terrifying vision of our Stone Age future.