It’s refreshing in this age of depersonalised downloads to get a 12-inch white label with the credits scrawled in felt-tip. So I know little about the perpetrator except that he must be something of a nutter. The A side is a metallic techno-pulser with malevolent acidic riff propelled through a spacey blender. A2 features slo-mo space maggot sub-bass before B1 charges in all twittering and jittery at 150 bpm. Finally, B2 charts a mutant drum-and-bass course with odd glitch-barbs in the rectum. Beyond that I know nothing except, as a piece of home-made experimental techno it recalls a lost and sorely-missed age when records got you going.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
