From the preeminent players in the lazy-bones world of cdr labels comes this bonafide craw-fucker of a CD by the only band that I can think of that can cover a Throbbing Gristle tune without sounding like their nursing from the tired experimental douche of the 20^th century. Quite noticeably what we have going on here is a pitch-shifted fastidious dish of rock meeting anti-rock post-somethingorother that would make Derrida fudge his diapers in elation. This is an entirely bona fide caterwauling that will just as soon nourish your noise-boner as it will provoke you into a two-step humiliation reminiscent I?m sure of a well-rehearsed prom frolic that a dude with a buzz-cut and a suit jacket would stage with his anorexic date (in Spanish). Tightly executed stag-dollops that stage their advents as parodies of rhythmic gestures are coupled with blorps and manifold tech-incidents to promote the inkling that there may be a song going on (somewhere in the expanse of the planet Earth), but manage to put the kibosh on anything remotely predictable and instead opt to stagger down the road where schizophrenics frequently find themselves, in a puddle of their own waste, enjoying the redolence and having profound exchanges with their respective genitalias. The introduction of abstruse synthesizer violence effectively demotes song-structures to the transitory flight of origami pelican poop, yet these turds of mass devastation provide the backdrop for a racket that in the end insists on being interrupted. The symbiosis is beautiful and there is no quarrel as to who will play host as they are as natural together as a well-fashioned beret on the skull of some fag that likes that band Monotract. 8/10 --
Andrew Zukerman (23 January, 2007)
