Two mixes of Triple M in usual board-burning form, corkscrewing through an electro twilight zone, knuckle-breaking scratches morphing into mutant kazoos and the noise your phone makes during an internet connection, all to the beat of a barbarically simple drum thud. The more dialogue-fed remix is as chaotic, beginning as a slouching, Beasties rump-shake before the sound barriers cave in.
3 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
