This hell-city electro free-for-all thrill ride can seem overstuffed and unkempt and downright torturous, but so much of it is out-of-this-world electrified and massive and LOUD. Dip and dawdle and wander it may, but if anything the weirdo flow makes this journey all the more multifaceted, detailed, epic -- even after 10+ listens the shocking parts still shock me and could swear I'm hearing some of it for the very first time. Beyond the robust walls of sound, there's so much more to it: his very own radio DJ/Paradiso promoter confirming the holy-shit kickoff three tracks in and later returning as a funhouse attendant/Paradiso promoter, prevailing spoken word (tho sometimes buried in exploding sparkly filth or pummeled by bashing the Street Fighter button), now-n-again raps more like rabid animal yellin', slice of straight pop and sporadic segue into garage rock demo, Elysia Crampton sequel and Nkisi edit that he makes his own, stealing Amnesia Scanner's squeal. Keeps on going after the declared finale, even. Prevailing Themes: chicken feet, poop brains.
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