Having seen Skinlab perform most of the tracks from this album live four times now, I feel that I have a better understanding of what the band was trying to accomplish here. Not quite as fine-tuned or oppressing as the debut (on purpose), Disembody finds Skinlab shedding the remnants of their past and forming an album as indicative of the impending apocalypse as anything else you can find. A sonic feast, Snake and Scott Sargeant are masters of creating just layers of ambiance with their axes. The two work together as a team above the hyper-competant rhythms present here, with the drums being showcased more than on BGB. Impressive before, Hopkins has really developed his own style, creating memorable patterns which fuse technicality and power while retaining fluidity. With guitars tuned down to A sharp, there isn't much room for bass tones, but thanks to another sterling Andy Sneap production job, Esquivel is far from buried in the mix, instead offering a solid base of sludge for either guitarist to soar over, while vocally things seem more confident over a wider spectrum. Once again Skinlab are able to convey their tales of deception, reality and rage through 45 minutes of industrial-tinged heaviness. If I can offer anything in terms of a decscription, let me just say this is a true "album", with tracks reaching mania (SFftT) to almost ethereal states (I Name my Pain). Ultimately, a highly successful album which is sure to remain in heavy rotation for me in the future.