"Corteme" jumps straight into your face and smashes into a million pieces, scattering roasting hot shards of metallic chaos all over your brand new room. Gigantic frogs cast from tin and flooded with intelligence, gargle and flicker a doom laden message across through the airwaves whilst bone shattering chaos attacks, flap and fluttter through the sky like a huge burning robotic bat attempting to land on a burning hot perch. This one is poweful. "Vagina Spiders" is hacked splattered and processed shout out from the deepest underground bunker, prrrrrrrrr PO! Its all about bouncing off the thin porcelain walls and watching then rotate and flip themselves to oblivion whilst the raaaaaaaaaggggaaaa robotic vocals pierce their message into your head like a machine controlled crossbow at pointblank. Attack patterns for all.

"Lack of nursing" takes you by the courtesy gland and gently shoves you into the thick dark liquid air of space, causing everything around you to bubble and distort as you rip through history, whilst "Trust these apart" takes it back to the power pill popping dancefloor, with a wave altering bounce step method, which doesnt leave anything to chance as it knocks you off your feet and 8 bits your face right up with no mercy. Its all a recipe to produce 1up producing goodness and release it for the masses. Check it!
"Feck this is gonna hurt" you say, as you roll towards the plastic formed jaws of a rampaging photocopier, I think its time to acivate "beleive that". Luckily you are saved, by the lazer maze inducing airborn strikes that scatter and explode in pre-determined patterns, which cause your replicating attacker to spit out its dodecahedron eyes and fall back into a mesmorising pattern of flash bangs and leak toner from all its ventilation points. WINNER!. "If only you knew" rumbles and broods in the distance, occasionally lobbing parcels of static rich material into your protective zone with the sole intent of causing confusion, as it sneakily slips across no mans land. Keep an eye on that mofo, its after you.

' Crumbling and responding ' laughs and shouts at you with its fragmented vocal chords, whilst simultaneously bathing you in atmosphere and barraging you with layer upon layer of information. This one is for adventurers with a one way ticket into an audio warzone. CHECK IT!

Sam