“Through the measured collisions and the swirling of noise, we can pick out the pieces of splintered electro, prick at the crisp flecks of abstract percussion, or wade through its ultra HD widescreen violence….”
Fuck Buttons
Beauty and compromise run deep through the veins that are stitched into each ebb and flow. Contorted and kept just a shade out of shape, free-flowing down straights and restricted at angles, I find myself pressed and pinched then released by the unnatural designs of the album’s ambitions.
Rats on the Run 