From the fountain from which minimal made its early spurts comes a marriage made in Satans’ scrotum as two formidable names renowned for their inimitable dancefloor-scorching tactics subtly rework the concepts of space and micro-rhythms. ‘Creep’ is a stepping stealth groove boasting its own unique internal momentum and wanking crickets squeak-frequencies. Subtle devastation. ‘Frontstab’ uncorks evil, heaving bass under gauzy atmospherics before the malevolent acid-belch weightiness of ‘Stalker2’ barrels in, stomach riddled with radioactive worms and behemoth drum programming. Another Minus monster.
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
