Putting aside its catalog number of 666, this record is still the closest any living person has ever come to hell. But it’s a far screech from noise and pays heed to neither the physical, improvised style of the ’80s nor the late-’90s digital mash-up. Rather, Satanstornade is more a complete understanding of texture and sound than anything else. Recorded in 1999, and the result of a then-four-year-old collaboration between two of our most thorough surveyors of aurality, the album is a vindictive ear-fuck that plays off of silence and thick layering as much as it force-feeds erotic pressures. With these four tracks, Akita and Haswell have found a darkness that even Dante Alighieri couldn’t have imagined.