PRE-ORDER ITEM : Expected November 30th -0001. This item will only be shipped to you on or after the official release date. Please note any orders containing pre-order items won't be shipped until all items are available, so please order this separately to avoid delays. Please remember that release dates are at the mercy of labels, distributors, and pressing plants and will change constantly.
As a rave Icarus turns to his companion and sighs, "We tried to touch the sun my friend, but we got burned..." these tracks leave a trail of scorched earth behind them while you stand bewildered in their smoking wake. Nurture your most wayward desires to these sounds coming from god knows where, and inflict them on the innocent as soon as you can. A1: Objekt. 'Balloons' comes on like a frisky catfish with its cascading broken glass skank. Backwards alien voices creeping sidereal, weaving around signature bass-bulbs. Bombastic electro mutation at its best, uncompromising, oblivious to trend. Don't get comfortable cos this track wants to smash your mind like a broken mirror, while around the detritus a melody wave builds like weeds on an abandoned nuclear site; after the blast all kinds of strange legumes start to flourish.. A2: An-i (Douglas Lee) 'Convo' All-pummelling with ripped up digital scree corroding the smoothness of the bass throb. A listening experience like trying to control the most intense rupture of an MDMA rush from the inside of a rave vortex, while all around spins and faces melt. Machine gun whip drums and vicious snap-backs punctuate this most militant of grooves, a work out for the mind and floor punisher of the finest pedigree. B1: JoeFarr & J.Tijn. 'Mustard Sucker' An aggressive track work for those who like it hard. A distorted acid line creeps ruggedly over you in a dank alleyway - gnawing away at your psyche like a poisoned rat. Just when you think you've shaken it off bam ! Its all up in your face with a punch in the gut bass and and a spray of liquid acid to the face. B2: Positive Merge 'Note' Welcome to the panel beaters convention. Bathe in this misanthropic machine music for that stay up forever vibe. This track sounds like you are being pursued by a rabid hell-hound across a never ending industrial waste ground. Its so close you can smell its acrid breath. In the end fade its breathing comes to fore, and one can only assume that death by mutilation is seconds away.