Warning: not recommended for listening in buildings without earthquake retrofitting: Nadja?s doom-fuzz may crack foundations and/or reduce nearby objects to jelly. However, Nadja, here performing a quartet of solo Aidan Baker covers, maintains a certain melodic balance within the throat-clearing guitar lurches which levitates the heavy, like the most graceful pterodactyl-flying-off-with-a-dead-baby-Icthyasaur you have ever seen. Especially when his voice cuts in, the low-end maraud transforms into a sweet continuo that seems like stoner-metal chewing on 4AD?s ear. A grinding thump into the clouds which proves there ARE beautiful uglies.