“Boyd Rice, that provocative Gnostic, desperately needs to go over the terms of his latest contract with the man downstairs-- he's getting a raw deal. After, I dunno, about a billion marginally more successful releases as Non, Rice's latest shout-out to Ol' Scratch, *Children of the Black Sun*, is bleak, "cinematic", and entirely un-fucking-listenable. I wouldn't call myself a fan of his earlier wo”
