The Rattenkönig phenomenon has been most closely associated with Germany since the 16th century. That is, until Sackville recently knocked Deutschland from their claim to the rat daddy throne. Like vermin fused at the tail by knots, blood, and excrement, this compilation showcases a set of bands that shares everything from drummers to drugs, mattresses, oxygen and even toothpaste. They all practice and record in the same cluttered shed, not unlike the cramped spaces beneath floorboards where the discovery of rat kings is said to have presaged the Great Plagues of Medieval Europe. If this comp augurs an epidemic on the marshes of New Brunswick, somebody call the doctor because I may already be infected. And I like it.