Head Gone Wrong By Noise

Visceral, elemental, electronic funk, conjured from scraps of sound, breath, mutterings, dub-wise remembrances, scuffling, sweat and blood, thin air -- "crawled out of the slime", as the opener puts it, self-engendering like the baddie in Terminator -- all harnessed to cruelly grooving earthquake bass and b-boy drum science. Rhythmically it has ants in its pants and it needs to dance, with an improvisatory, streetwise nervous energy and uninhibited, purposeful rapture, crossed with on-song Pepe Bradock and stripped-to-the-bone, mongrel hip-hop. It's unruly and edgy, a bit off its rocker, emotionally ranging -- typically anxious, often nostalgic -- and riveting dance music. Mastering by Dubplates & Mastering; first-class Pallas pressing; gatefold artwork by Will Bankhead.