GOOD to finally have some of Agnarkea’s bleak, blunted, eschatological hip-hop psy-ops documented on vinyl - means we’ll still be able to listen when the end-times it augurs manifest (soon!) and our devices have been conscripted into the machines’ networked war on humanity and are no longer willing to run iTunes. Vividly remember shitting our pants (not literally… that came later!) when Meg played something off this at our Christmas party (I think ‘Kill Yo Brain’ – innit!), up til that point we hadn't really checked the 20-year-old Virginian's stuff and mistaken thee hype for LIES, but heard through a proper sound were struck how this music, for all its TURBULENCE and ABRASION, still drowns the pleasure-centres - the real-gone drone-logic and sulphur-blasts of distortion doing nothing to sour the JUICE in its carefully harvested, deftly woven samples nor lessen the HEFT of its body-numbing sub-bass detonations. Whew. Turns out the comparisons ppl have made to El-P’s untouchable cold-world oxtrumentals are kinda justified, although somehow this gear is both MORE abstract and LESS dweeby, and rhythmically more in thrall to classic Memphis murda music - skulking highlights like ‘Phalaris Staggers’ and ‘Just Say No’ riding LOW and in no hurry to reach their destination. Hip-hop is the anchor, but Black Helicopters is unclubbable - straying confidently into territory that might usually be claimed by tekno, drum’n’bass and ambient of the digital-hardcore variety (if ever you’ve wondered what a southern rap record produced by Carl Crack and de Babalon might sound like, wonder no more). Unwaveringly dystopian, but not exactly escapist – less a rejection of reality but an AMPLIFICATION of it, and for us at least pretty much DOCUMENTARY in its evocation of internet-era psychic dread and solitary nights spent wiki'ing conspiracy theories and ingesting substances you shouldn't. Just cos you're paranoid doesn’t mean you’re not a drug addict! Highest possible recommendation.