there is no possible way you could hate george w. more than father al jourgensen of ministry. after toiling through the nineties with the lackluster, misspent albums filth pig and dark side of the spoon, ministry came roaring back with animositisomina. throbbing like psalm 69, it promised a return of a ministry finally devoid of drug problems, band problems, and legal problems, ready to face down the new republicans in charge. top it? certainly. houses of the mole, the next album, did the same thing, but did it more.those two albums, as tough as they were, are nothing compared to the latest: rio grande blood is the center of a super nova. it tastes like dynamite. it's one hot taco. this latest triumverate of albums can hold itself up against the late eighties / early nineties ministry, although only in its raw passion and distaste of the government. (what, do want me to tell you there's something as good as "just one fix?" "stigmata?" the angriest song ever, "so what?" sorry. not gonna happen.) but it's good stuff. very, very good stuff.