The electronic expertise of these ebon-pup-vets shines through, but real ear-catchers are rather intermittent: the title track's sparse sway-beat+lone-pitch synth-scream buildup, the magnetic "Them" with its ninja-esque scratch-clips, the explosion-fraught closed-off-room rave-jerk of "Commodification". Their dark+sedulous gamut that stretches from ambient to no-nonsense-boogie-worthy caters to/should placate those seeking to scratch a multifaceted techno-itch, but between the full-package glut and interludial bog-down, someone somewhere's attention is gettin' sapped. Given most of the beats, I'm gonna go ahead and chiefly blame the ambience.
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