Like many of their contemporaries in the 90"s Japanese avant-prog landscape, this obscure outfit (featuring Optical*8 member and God Mountain label founder Hoppy Kamiyama in it"s line-up) have dedicated themselves to creating ferocious outwardly-bound bombast that fuses inhuman intricacy with barefaced insanity, though in O.N.T.J."s case, these instincts toward obliteration are tempered by a predisposition toward jazziness, sometimes veering dangerously (ironically?) close to fuzak and overlaid with guest vocalist Olivia"s maniacal gibbering, which, when morphed into O.N.T.J."s furious genre mulch, just makes for that much more head scratching amusement.