"I have a serious problem knowing eventually I won't exist!" Beast Fiend frantically exclaims on the delightfully morbid "Thinking About Death."  It's a screeching, blaring noise-punk concoction, a crooked stick poking at the ugly truth of human mortality lurking just behind the veneer of distractions we surround ourselves with on a daily basis.  It's also kind of funny in a gallows humor sort of way, somehow finding a balance between crass nihilism and serious censure of a society that rarely expresses what it is really feeling because such thoughts may be impolite or depressing or deviating from the norm. While [...]