At its best: mysterious, slurred, strange, without dipping into unlistenability. That Aphex Twin trick.
Biting viscerally, effectively into the existential terror of the underclasses in some places (Noid), but falling limply into post-NiN ranting in others (Hope in Suffering). Despite flashes of brilliance, mostly the latter: reheated 90's industrial angst 3/5
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