It's anotherdose of unsettled noisescaping that would sit well on the soundtracksfor old horror or sci-fi films. 'Cyan Krilp Vipers' entangle and bite apoor Japanese singer causing her voice to sink much lower. 'ThroatCorrosives' has near silent spells cut dead by sudden bursts of synthgloom and distant mumbling choking voices. 'Graphic Tranquiliser' dragsa rapidfire loop through squalling feedback before submerging it in afragment of a jazz trumpet radio broadcast. 'Blighted Sump' is as big anasty oily engine noise drone as the title suggests. 'Kelpies' could bea short recording of the funny little creatures that sing a highpitched drowning song when the Fflint Central toilet cistern fills up.'Fracas at the Hotel Gargoyle' loops fading photos of fairground organas machinery rattles malevalently. 'Occident Bowl' shrouds a ramblingguitar solo in gut rumbling gurgles. The clattering 'Skinned Teeth'sounded great coming over the radio on the John Peel show one eveningand caught me by surprise as I didn't recognise it and at firstexpected it to morph into a Position Chrome type drum'n'bass track.Later longer tracks 'Cirrhosis of the Cormorant', 'Tones Unread' and'Rubber Glove Stirfry' are mostly based around thick ectoplasmicsynthtone drones and suggest that the Fflinty Ones' propensity forridiculous song titles is not about to run dry. 'Four Minute Symphony'spins the radio dial again, with an etherial orchestra submerged inrandom synth squeakings. The final track 'Unseen' bubbles swampily as amystery voice proclaims that, "People are afraid of what they don'tknow." - samples:
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