There's no way to describe the monster lying dormant on the CD, waiting to unleash itself on the listener – like John Oswald on acid? Like Oval in a very bad mood? Like a laptop in a hurricane? Steve Vai in a blender? Songs don't begin they just blast out of nowhere at a hundred miles an hour. The songs don't end they just fall apart in a really charming way.
This is frenzied, manic spastic insanity and it will either really cleanses the pallet or drive you fucking nuts or both. I love it! Fans of experimental noise – this is your music!
