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After taking us on a hellish journey through the dark corners of the human psyche on their debut EP for the freshly minted Copicat Tracs, Watkins and Almadovar return with another set of nefariously charged tracks on ultra-black wax. We're still none the wiser as to who this diabolical duo are. In fact, it's more of a mystery than ever before. They're sound is one drenched in ethyl poisons, the result of a grim pact between two old shooting buddies to be executed before the final days of the alcoholacaust. One can only imagine this gnarled pair holed up in a lodge in a remote part of the Scottish Highlands, twisted spines hunched over machines inscribed with words written in an ancient and forgotten tongue, the smell of whisky so strong it closes the throat. This new trip sees Watkins & Almadovar in a somewhat reflective mood: whether they're reflecting on an old encounter with an African Death Cult, or a visit to Boleskine House to uncover the lost writings of Crowley is anyone's guess…

Side A is a jacking, industrial burner, and if Rock N Roll is indeed the music of the Devil, lord knows who this crust belongs to. The brooding chords of the first chapter make another appearance here, underpinned by a maddening rhythm culled from the cogs of a real horse rotorvator. Side B gives us a slice of ye olde Black Bleep and traditional Samhain Acid. Funk for cunts that operates between the physical via ritualistic body popping and the third mind. What would shed further light on the meaning or origin of all this bad vibin' would be the fact that all of these tracks share the name of "Darvaza". Budding geographers out there will know Darvaza as the colossal natural gas field in Turkmenistan which is also known as the "Door to Hell". While Soviet petrochemical scientists were drilling for gas there in 1971, a large area of ground collapsed beneath the drilling rig. Hazardous gases were released as a result, and to put a lid on the problem, the scientists decided to burn it all off by igniting the gas, expecting it to burn off within days. To this very day the Door to Hell is still wreathed in flame. "The pungent smell of burning sulfur pervades the area for some distance". Aye, sounds about right…