Nervous stimuli flashing every nanosecond in different parts of our bodies, shockwaves of pleasure and pain surging through the mind, our brain processing every sensation lustfully?that, is how we go about our lives. Humans, every bit as pre-programmed in nature as machines but with a difference of being blissfully oblivious to this most of the time, we are the advanced versions of our own creations that will eventually outperform us in everything.
While leaning towards lo-fi at first, RDS 220 subsequently develops into a composition of unbound percussive force and synths that brilliantly mimic electric guitar, with Antimatter expanding on that idea by effectively utilizing walls of noise and fierce powerhouse buzzing that ultimately surrender to a wild, old-school, rave-reminiscent bassline. Making use of distorted drones and female moans, Shiver presents an erotically-charged techno piece that is guaranteed to make the crowd go mental, and Halifax is fast to exploit such condition with immense, absolutely brutal kicks and raging, monstrous roars that envelop the track, leaving no bit of spectrum unaffected. The ferociousness of Coburn and the way syncopation of percs is managed on it creates a sensation of being a passenger of a speeding train, accelerating perpetually towards an emerging dead end, but luckily, TXC manages to put a halt to an EP at exactly right moment, engaging seemingly ever-descending, angst-ridden pads and unusually arranged, decelerating drum patterns.