Ellen Alien’s label intensifies its recent bombardment of startling tackle. Here she delves into low-slung and glitched Alex Smoke territory, with Ken Dodd’s tickling stick translated into gamma rays. Muted acid and subterranean electro globules add to the subterranean atmosphere. The Society remix goes dark and juddering, eventually geting swamped in other-worldly textures. The Fuckaloop Remix is broken, disjointed and fucked up. On purpose, I guess. If this label goes CD-only I will kill myself.
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: KRIS NEEDS
