For a band that claimed sole influence from 80's stenchcore, they sure became a patron saint to the doom scene (they're essentially Jesus Christ). This particular show sounds like it was originally captured with good audience clarity, but by the time I homie hopped it in the early 2000s, it had been passed around the dub-orgy enough to acquire thick tape hiss and other bummer artifacts. So I reinserted my fingers in it's sloppy ol' mess and re-eq'd my own version in addition to the original files. Anyway, Winter was nuclear winter dreary, snails on shatter slow, monolithically heavy, and tits. MEGATITS!