This frighteningly-prolific man never ceases to surprise, his latest missive [spanning two different double CD or vinyl packs] another twist again after the spaced brilliance of Fuckpony and the P-Funk lurve vamps of his last outing. Unfortunately I haven’t heard the vinyl version but the CD is floor-humping enough with sexy electronic house outings, human beatbox mutants, masturbating goats and trademark jazzy dissonance creeping in with his ever-present sense of the avant garde. Possibly his most personal album showing that the man’s a hotbed of wigged-out originality.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs