As ever, minimal in the sense of track titles but truly bollock-blasting in the way S.U.F.’s most low-key operation delivers. Chris lib and K.N. [not me] lean in a Detroit direction as a swelling synth-snake sprouts a gradual stuffy which pressure cooker ejaculates into sheet waves of noise plopping into a huge drop before roaring back with mighty rifts a-flailing. On the Minimum side, Chris, K.N., DJ Sideboard and DJ 2003 hop aboard a low-flying turbo-grunter with big bass and claustrophobic riffle. this builds to screaming point until major drop where there is the sudden shock of an entire herd of bison masturbating furiously.
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
