' Sealed ' starts it all off with a trademark QY melody, which hangs in the air like a haunting presence and is shaken around in the air like a ragdoll by the machines glitchy beat outburst which shouts from below. This track is deconstruction of a cathedral caught on paper, and then fed through a photocopier which has been pumped to the gills with mind altering drugs, is fltered through layers of shattered plastic and gradually refined to a clear pulsing liquid and slowly poured down the side of a multi storey car park. Excellent.

' Arnica ' takes you on an emergency trip deep inside the bowels of a fuzzy machine that is stuck in a jittering rewind / ffwd position, and its your job to free this steel monster from its predicament. Organic, metallic and littered with strikes of cut up audio, lets do this, lets do exactly this. ' Trad marc 9 ' activates the alarm and sends out hordes of glowing robots towards you and your so called army, and from the dark tower of a headquarters in the background, unleashes an amazing barrage of light bombs covered by a dazzling lazer assault wave. I would run for your tiny tiny life, MORTAL. Awesome stuff.
Deep intelligent and crunched to the maximum, welcome to ' sheep dip'. Sheets of acetate which have been pressed into small cubes burst into life and take back the shape they used to be. Intricate and meticulous as a bird building a nest out of fibre optic cables,laying grenade shaped eggs and watching them explode in silence, then laughing as they hit you with bassy waves of intelligence. Heavy and light all in one. ' Off ground touch ' washes you all over with a goose bump melody as thick as treacle but almost transparent in consistency, whilst squelchy beat patterns and playground memories dance around like its some sort of secret ceremony you dont know about. Quality.

' Plot return ' takes you to the middle of yesterday, then throws you back into tomorrow, and hammers you with a punching, steel bending glass melting crunch melody which sounds like a drain eating humans in the dead of night. I love the beats in this one, as they stammer and crack away. Machining skills of the highest degree.

' Tuppence Sword ' smashes you around inside the steel perforated stomach of an inside out washing machines, and you are joined by perfect cubes of sea shells, smiling batteries and a brain penetrating melody that means something to you, but its impossible to remember what. Intelligence covered in iron filings, and force fed to androids. ' Lidding stock ' is pure industrial hammering distortion politics for all you shredders out there, with a deep space habit, whilst ' if i was tickled by the rub of love ' lays you gently down in a hologram field, full of 3d flowers and pixelated cows and just lets you soak it all in. Orchestral runblings in the dotted mind of a rogue processor.
Yehhhh lets go...its ' brochwel ysgithrog ' time. Hammering and stammering, this one lets loose seven gillion bass mortars into the sky and kicks back in a plexliglass deck chair and just watches the chaos ensue. Rainbow monsters rise from the bubblegum hills in the distance and stride towards the destructive maniac causing this madness, causing a calming melodic soundtrack to float throughout, but its only a matter of time before the colourful lifeform gets jacking to this one, its imposible to stop yourself.

' Dulcis ' is the best game soundtrack you have ever heard carefully intertwined with a luminescent rope that has just escaped from a dark dark factory, causing the length of technology to emit a powerful anti establishment pulse of power which coarses throughout the atmosphere melting anything in its path it doesnt like the look of. ' Skion kop ' is a platform based jaunt through the dual coloured world of the cleverest bionoids out there. Riding on the back of half a dragon crossed with a power pill, you witnessed this eye melting world in all its glory, as it finely tunes your underused mind to the finest degree. Pure excellence.

This album is more than you have been waiting for, Quinoline Yellow has created a masterpiece of an album that delivers from all the squashed, crunchy, and atmospheric rocket launchers it has trained on you. I wont even bother anymore trying to say how good this is, just get it and listen, and I GUARANTEE you will be amazed.

Sam