A depressed Jim Morrison collides with Hank Marvin and Lord Byron in a sonic suicide pact of downer psych prog mystery. A few sleeveless copies of Slave's sole Deroy LP exist but devoid of information and thus no one has been able to find out anything about the band. The music is slow echo laden and atmospheric, using a psyched out twangy guitar and the doors esque vocals intoning strange and twisted tales. The shadows on a bad acid trip? It's a love or hate LP that leaves some listeners awe struck and others deeply confused.