Squeaks and bleeps, squeaks and bleeps. Piston pumping beats and a bassline that sounds like they’ve used a Tyrannosaurus Rex’s tongue as a bass string propel it forwards like a midget out of a hot cannon; Then when the trance synths take up the slack it’s time to throw your cassocks and wimples to the wind and join the rave-olution. Nasty. But in a good way.
