A lurching, murky Night of the Living Dead nightmare of a remix album.
Every song is drained bloodless, rendered uncannily detuned, dragging dubby footsteps, repeating unliving patterns in morbid parody of its previous existence. Where Gloss Drop was made lively by unexpected moves and spontaneous production, its evil twin is all sociopathic menace, all cold efficiency, made up of the same parts, but with no light behind the eyes 1.5/5
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