The grotesques and horribles that stagger through the songs of Christopher O'Hare on 'I Hate Me Too' are not the garden variety ghouls Hollywood scares up for the entertainment of those who need clearly defined villains. Quite the opposite-these are the enemies we rarely see, the ones who hide behind tradition and valor, behind social mores and the illusion known as "the right thing." Horror lurks behind every father-figure, hate behind every shameful sex act (and there are very few here that aren't shameful) and heartache behind every love. No one is to be trusted--not the church, not the family, not emotion. The nihilism runs so deeply that you cannot even trust yourself--this is an album called 'I Hate Me Too' and this is a staggeringly brilliant, often frightening, sometimes funny and sometimes beautiful piece of work about distrust and self-loathing and learning to live with both in a post-personal-apocalyptic world.