Visceral, elemental, electronic funk, conjured from scraps of sound, breath, mutterings, dubwise remembrances, scuffling, sweat and blood, thin air — ‘crawled out of the slime’, as the opener puts it, self-engendering like the baddie in Terminator — all harnessed to cruelly grooving earthquake bass and b-boy drum science.
Rhythmically it has ants in its pants and it needs to dance, with an improvisatory, streetwise nervous energy and uninhibited, purposeful rapture, crossed with on-song Pepe Bradock and stripped-to-the-bone, mongrel hip-hop.
It’s unruly and edgy, a bit off its rocker, emotionally ranging — typically anxious, often nostalgic — and riveting dance music.
...A1. Since Man Crawled Out Of The Slime
A2. Big Stack Attack
A3. Know Fun
B1. Deserts Of Social Isolation
B2. Freeze The Cheese
C1. They Rolled Over For Him And He Rolled Over Them
C2. Character Assassinations Repairs
D1. People Impersonating Persons
D2. Not This, Not That