Fascinating experiment in reissuing here, really. I loved this album beyond words as a teenager. I'd give it a solid 9.0, even a 9.5... I used to listen to it on my headphones constantly while moping around my small town. The hysterical, over-the-top antisocial declarations found in lead-off classic weirdo rant "Stress Builds Character" spoke to me ("I don't even like money/and I got to work every day just to feed myself/God it makes me sick/I just wanna curl up into a hole and die/because this isn't worth it/I need a raise, man"... Ah, yes, good stuff for impressionable teenagers to be listening to.) Anyway, now, it's basically unlistenable. Which it should be for an adult (note: if you're a teenager who happens to like sludge/crust/grind, the buck stops here; buy this album immediately): listening to the relentless screamed negativity that this album contains is a complete bummer. It doesn't mean this isn't a classic album, because it actually is in some small corner of some small horrible part of the world. But how can I listen to samples about suicide and murder, songs that make Grief sound like the Beach Boys and Noothgrush sound like Death Cab For Cutie, the sound of pure hate set to music anymore? I can't. I'm happier these days. Hopefully the guys in Dystopia are happier now, too. I have no idea how to rate this. A 9.0 because I think it's a classic? A 2.0 because I think no one should ever be so miserable that this music would make sense to them, and because I will probably, hopefully, never listen to it again for the rest of my life (with all due respect, Dystopia)? It deserves more than the middling 6.0 it would get if I were to split it down the middle. Calling it a 9.0, but there's a pretty huge caveat here... it's a 9.0 I never want you to enjoy. Because here Dystopia mastered the art of negativity, set to a bizarre progressive crust/sludge/doom soundtrack that has never been emulated since. It happened once, and even the band never were able to top it. It happened in a time and a place that are gone, but now it's back and it's almost like a killer returning to the scene of the crime instead of just a goddamn crust-punk reissue. It is Human = Garbage. If seen, do not approach, and contact authorities (crusty punks down at the anarchist book collective; they'll know how to proceed).