The cover features a brawny figure sporting Kiss makeup; she has syringes for arms, and a field of cannabis leaves surrounds her. Seldom has cover art so perfectly telegraphed an album's contents: Inside lies 53 minutes of certain doom. It's the eighth release this year from the hyperactive stoner-metal minds behind Fistula and Ultralord. A long list of underground all-stars gargle broken glass and spit blood, while the band stirs deep, sludgy tar. Stay far away . . . or buy immediately.