Brittle, burbling, opaque minimal synth sufferahs from two moonlighting Mosquitoes, offering a more reduced, scum-electronic take on the fractious decentralised out-rock we know and love them for. Far from throwing out the baby with the bongwater, this self-titled, six-track cassette offers a pretty thrilling x-ray/intensification of the Mozzies’ yellow-fever abstraction - easier to pin down, perhaps (think Storm Bugs, or TG, or the Mark Perry of Snappy Turns / Vibing Up The Senile Man / Detailed Twang - Snapping Up The Senile Twang???? ) but also more immediate, with its dread keyboard oscillations, muted machine-gun drums, and monotone, hold-onto-ID vocals that manage to sound sardonic and detached but at the same time pretty exposed and vulnerable - capturing that feeling when you're at a wedding and the pissed-up ex-boyfriend of the bride decides that HE would like to stand up and give a little speech thank you very much and the entire room holds its breath waiting for him to say something massively inappropriate or possibly try to self-harm on-stage and wondering whether to intervene but in the end he just politely wishes her and the groom well and staggers meekly back to his seat and the band start up with an awkward 'Sexy Thing'. I’m not sure there’s anything released this year that will top Mosquitoes' instant-classic Drip Water Hollow Out Stone, but for pursuers of ULTIMATE ENTERTAINMENT this is your next best fix, and vigorously recommended by us. London's insect population continues to survive and thrive under the floorboards...cassette edition of 100 from Round Bale of Minnesota (!).