A lot of weed is suggested. Weed and broken circuit boards woven together in fuzzy, deathly, paranoid fuckscapes. Family Aphex Twin on a music-making holiday. The instrumental electronics swinging open my rusty mind hinges and opening out onto reservoirs and mountains as fucking always. The title "I Do Because I Couldn't Care Less" sums up the vibes - like a less mischievous and more malevolent Aphex. It's also a kick in the temple of an insistent, angry bassline, thumping tubs out into space.
There's some Frank Booth from Blue Velvet halfway through, then "Torment" is a scatter-acid locomotive of a tune. Shitting out broken pieces of moon base security alarms and shooting lasers into the sun. For me personally, the torment is minimal. It bites mouthfuls of ace and spits them out into colourful arcs. "Energy Vampire" is sleeker and more PVC, as you might expect. Still homemade and cavernous, but tighter. In a disco made from a compound of ice and rubber. "Disko Slique" also bears glacial needles, only the hand claps keeping it attached to the planet.
"Cry" has more of a Shogun Assassin feel to it. Like some razored-up cunt making his through a virtual world, slicing folk up that cross him. Carpenter's ghost is swirled up for "Assault On Radical Radio" - or perhaps it's just the title that evokes JC. So many sounds become electronic signatures, I guess. (Ah, no! He is quoted at the end. Nice, nice.)
Rating: Bad Tempered out of Diseased Circuits
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