I
haven’t had to write a shitty review in a while and was really looking forward
to listening to this tape with “left-field” written all-the-fuck-over-it.
Futuristic graphics and heavily-loaded bandname? Check. Macabre album title and
blackmetal-reminiscent song titles? Check. Weird, cozy-ish knit jacket? Check.
“You
should never judge a book by it’s cover,” Spake the cult leader.
This
is the same straight-forward techno you’ve always heard whenever the main
character walked past the bouncer and into a sweaty nightclub. Save yourself
some dough and hold a thrift store tape recorder up to the television’s speaker
and record that scene a few times instead; with any luck, your annoying
sibling/roommate will make some ambient noise that might add something worth
listening to. I, myself, listened to this tape at least a half-dozen times and
could for the life of me find anything warranting its existence. Sorry.
and/or
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- Jacob An Kittenplan