“Man, this whole fucking disc is like a skin popping bad dose of Ketamine in an alley somewhere. Digital garbage and REM eyewave jitter beatssqueeze here to a forward unknown angle on the whole electronic hardcore style all sleaze and cheap black boxes. The ultimate amalgamation standout for my money is the crash-and-burn discosex attack of “is it me?”. Machomethamphetamin cheese abounds and I recommend that you push the treble WAY UP when listening. Recommended for fans of Depeche Mode and Napalm Death playing simultaneously. In other words, dance music for the ambulance generation and worth every penny, girlfriend.”
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