Masami Akita's exceptionally brutal tribute to the drum n' bass genre...massively deconstructed and weaponized as violating meditation. Pulsar-heavy-pulses decompose into subsonic rhythmic loops, while neutrino bursts quadrophonically hiss ceaselessly about like flies on it's greasy black corpse. The frighteningly engulfing mix (total dimensional dislocation yo) is so intentionally midrange it literally makes me queasy......and yet...I keep listening. Not as frenetic as he's usually known for (there's a patience to the textural sculpting that heavily reminds me of his much older work "Memorial Gadgets"), but there's no pejoratives in that either, the enhanced focus is what maintains this particular release's lingering memorability and revisitation.
