Brutal, pneumatic jack-tracks from '97 reissued, first of a new series focussing on Robert Armani productions. I used to think of Armani as the kind of bull-in-a-China-shop of Chicago house, that his crude, route-one productions lacked the depth and finesse of the true visionaries. My opinion hasn’t changed at all, really, but my appreciation of that very crudeness has massively increased: it's NOT easy being this sleazy. It doesn't get much better than the four tracks here, although the title track is a stand-out, with Alvin Car's 'Poison Mind' - which sounds like Rob Hood drained of every last drop of subtlety - not far behind. So good.