"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That my dream. That my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor and surviving." I don't know why Colonel Walter E.

Kurtz suddenly pops up in my mind. There's something in his words and in the way he's delivering them.

A mad kings' wisdom? He's earned himself a degree in mayhem and he's seen things, for sure.

But has he heard anything like that? "From start to finish youl be treated to an extensive spread of genres and styles that will keep you engaged and stimulated.

Most importantly the album rocks hard as hell. It's something that you need to experience." [James Grunge in Cave Dweller Music] And The Ants Still March On is not a walk in the park.

It's more like opening a furnace. Blasting from white noise to BIG noise in less than a wink.

Drone to the bone. Speed is not essential here: Little Hole Filled allowed themselves almost 25 years to finally release their debut album.

Kurtz would have loved that: operating at a snail's pace while the world around him is falling to pieces.

So who's coming to our rescue? A hot pot does, steaming of heavy riffed guitars, ecstatic noise and pounding drums.

And all our favourite dark spices are in there. Albeit the recipe, concocted by singer/guitarist Phillipp Diesenreiter, who is also a sound engineer and, as Tenderboy, one of the best-known Austrian hip-hop artists, is special.

"Answers the question: what if a stoner band was influenced by The Doors and Bauhaus? Eclectic, strange, and melancholic, this album gives you time to breath and mourn." [Hayduke X on bandcamp] The album multilayered, snotty yet crystal clear sound makes And The Ants Still March On an adventurous delight.

Like being on a boat ride on an unknown river with the occasional rapids, shallows and hungry river monsters graving for your attention while you hum along to the berserk-but-elegant tunes delivered by Little Hole Filled.

A band that needs a bit of time. The time a snail, for example, needs to crawl along the edge of a razor, and survive.