With phasers set to stun, and singing as either a holographic angel or a robot hag, Allien builds up and lets simmer her electro-techno spectrums, with momentum as a peak/trough- less constant through both light (Naked Rain) or dark (Washing Machine Is Speaking). As synths get rewired to sound melodically malfunctioned, knowledge of how to inject snap crackle & pop into proceedings and how its not about the pace of production but the skirmishes going on around it, brings together crunching grime marches and minimalist scything as the basis for this raygun joyride.

4 Out Of 5

Reviewed By: Matt Oliver