Bulkrate delivers four tracks recorded at an occult ritual from the future, held in an overgrown area where only the drums remind us of the abandoned factory it once was. While his alienating rhythms are ever present, they are more like a minimal undercurrent to which bodies may move, submissive to and tortured by the ancient powers summoned by his chants.
Capslock's tracks are more driven by rogue technological forces, being played somewhere in a vast city under a poisoned silver sky. Over-amplified sounds that young girls with cyborg-like implants dance to. Rhythmically, almost mechanically, entertaining themselves while they scan through the attracted observers for their next victim.