Hello, my name is Simon Rothchilde, and I'm a studio engineer by trade. In 1994, I was working for Sacrum Torch, a scrappy little recording label located in New York, NY, when, while cleaning out a storage locker, I happened upon a box containing a rather oily winter coat. Being a purveyor of musk (a minor fetish), I naturally tried it on, and attempted to identify the pungent aroma that encircled it like a swarm of maimed houseflies. Its bouquet was not unlike that of a foam-rubber igloo downwind of a distillery. Anyway, I put my hand in the greasy front pocket, and found a lone audio cassette. Scrawled across the side were two words that didn't really taste great together:

"Sisyphus Autopsy."

Being that it was my lunch hour, I adjourned to the Sacrum Torch break room (a converted stairwell containing a water cooler filled with a tartly noxious, caffeinated, coffee-flavored beverage, and a V8 can sporting eight or so hundred-thousand-dollar bars - some of them half-eaten), sat down, slipped the cassette into my walkman, and was introduced to a growling, aural world teeming with large men, and the large passions that claim them.

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