This is music for a soundtrack? No wonder I can't find it on IMDB; the producers probably heard the first few notes being played and immediately cut all possible funding. There are two sides to Juggernaut: the incredibly noisy, lets-fucking-bash-our-instruments-on-the-floor-and-see-what-we-get for the first two tracks: Gravelhead and Outskirts Of The Possible while the rest sounds like Krzysztof Penderecki's soundtrack to Wojczech Has' The Saragossa Manuscript. These creepier tracks take up most of the album and make this essential Sun City Girls material. My Friend Nothing is darker and more atmospheric than anything by the similarly moody Labradford while Bird In A Cage is fucked up enough to rival with anything The Residents made in the eighties. The Sun City Girls are always hard to define and categorize and with Juggernaut, they throw all chances of ever being able to do so out the window (laughing in our faces all the while).