Nonsensical syllables muttered beneath a quivering monolith of atonal hisses. Churning, disfigured synth lines emerging from pockets of silence. And at the center, the gravely voice of Dalek declares, "Welcome to the truth: undefined reality." Violent, blasphemous, creepy, cacophonous and confrontational, Gods and Griots is a masterpiece of musical sadism. Think A Nation of Millions if Chuck D had spent his days studying Derrida and his nights smoking sherm.