Somewhere between vintage Acid Bath and total rock mastery exist the Agents of Oblivion. Granted, only Acid Bath's slowest, saddest and most weepy moments, but what a magnificent broach of musical progression is afoot, and what an amazing sensation into which it beautifully coalesces. Never is continuity (or album's "flow") compromised with the ambit of genres represented; one could easily slip into a deep-green melancholy by album's end. The recording is characterized by a warm, lush, almost sensual instrumental interplay and production despite the powerful assertions forwarded by Jeff McCarty's and Alex Bergeron's flawless rhythm section. Integral as well is keyboardist Chuck Pitre, who carves a signature into every track. Ultimately, what better way to declare "We have arrived!" than with an album of almost unfettered perfection?

The trademark Acid Bath sound is here somewhat but the songs are more centered around a depressive theme. The lyrics are very poetic seeing as how none of them make a damn bit of sense. A remake of the old song "Dead Girl" from Paegan Terrorism Tactics is a lot slower and just mellow as fuck. Granted this album is experimental and soft in many terms so just sit back and take it in.