Following on from the swathe of destruction caused by the preceding ‘Kinetic Penetrator’ by Ant and Lenny Dee, the label’s honcho now teams up with London underground DJ Rackitt to scurry off noisily on an acid-meets-analogue-destruction tip. Quite complex in execution, it’s one of those escalating chaos vehicles where the sheep have no testicles by the climax. The bass-line is squeezed painfully from ‘twixt the clenched buttocks of an angry, toilet-trapped hippo. Flip-wise, they get low-down and dirty with weird alien riffage.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
