Bare knuckle / black hole destruction unit that have seemingly half-demolished the claustrophobic chapel for deformed techno worship that Cabaret Voltaire built, leaving this now roofless, crumbling structure to echo and reverberate like the expansive, psychoactive noise-chamber productions of U.S. cassette lords like PBK or Hal McGee. Take yr brain into liquidation as you inhale the entangling patterns of black mould that have corrupted the interior walls! Hufffff!!!!!!!
Bad boy LP. Perhaps C.I.A. Debutante have hidden some nasty, undetectable stabs at the deposit-gobbling, damp-denying crooks of the world (track title “scum” - yep, caught that one) behind some distorted vocals that we haven't been able to decipher just yet...sure it’ll all start to seep through any day now.
Edition of 250.