posthuman return with a sound far removed from their starkly cinematic debut, dropping bombs on your unsuspecting dancefloor. kitchen hacks and slashes with abandon, pummeling and urgent in spite of the turgid techstep beat. the guitars buried in the mix are straight outta frontline assembly, but are a welcome surprise. lasting less than five minutes, it's exhilarating and feels like it's over too soon. silly billy bob's moustache day sounds like an aphex twin or squarepusher pisstake (i wanna marry my sister..... b-b-b-b-billy bo-o-o-o-o-o-ob), but would go over well for those late nights spent speeding down lakeshore drive. closing tracks the absolute and return to map are most like the material on the uncertainty of the monkey, blunted robostep with haunted house dynamics. between the sudden snare-spasms, you might even find yourself noddin' ya head. yeah, it's filler, but chiller than most.
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