Psalm 69 is industrial chaos perfected. Released in 1992, it’s a relentless assault of grinding metal riffs, punishing rhythms, and venomous vocals, delivered with unapologetic force. Al Jourgensen and company crafted an album that feels as dangerous now as it did over three decades ago. This record doesn’t age—it just keeps hammering.
From the militant stomp of “N.W.O.” to the searing intensity of “Just One Fix,” the album doesn’t let up. “Jesus Built My Hotrod,” featuring the unhinged ramblings of Gibby Haynes from Butthole Surfers, is pure madness—a speed-metal sermon with a punk rock soul. The title track, “Psalm 69,” builds like a ritual, dark and hypnotic, while “Scarecrow” drags the listener through an industrial wasteland, slow and suffocating.
Al Jourgensen was deep in the grip of heroin addiction while making this album, channeling his chaos and destruction into something razor-sharp and focused. He’s said the sessions were a haze of sleepless nights and substances, but the result is an album that feels meticulously unhinged—a balancing act few could pull off. Gibby Haynes’ improvised vocal take for “Jesus Built My Hotrod” was reportedly recorded in a single drunken session, a fitting match for a record this wild.
There’s no gloss here, no concessions to trend—Psalm 69 is raw, dirty, and unapologetic. Its pounding energy and dark humor never lose their bite. Thirty years later, it still hits just as hard. This is music that doesn’t care about time; it’s timeless in its fury.
Sterling Mosh 
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