On this album, howling electronics, pulsing bass distortions, and hordes of junkyard rhythms churn incessantly like some alien, insectoid race spewing parasitic aural spores into the ears of the unwary. As insidiously as these tracks crawl beneath the skin, infection is inevitable.
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Foregoing complacency in favor of motion, the single track on this disc takes its time heading from outer space back to earth on a trajectory that encompasses seemingly everything in between. Even though it’s a mostly mellow affair, by no means is it stagnant.
I have to admit that this band has always been hit or miss for me. More often than not, I have enjoyed their live shows more than their recordings, and this long, single track is unfortunately no exception.
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