Vinyl 1 :

Track 1 opens with a 8 bit beep melody which soons has a truckload of mashed up beats crashing the party, and sprinkling their fuzzy selves all over the gaf, whilst a eye melting electric xylophone face smiles above your head and tries to lick you with its pixel tongue...RUN RUN RUN. We are soon into track 2 and instantly attacked by a stuttering beatbox wrapped in 2d barbed wire which is attempting to escape from its metal jacket in anyway possible..be careful. Light drenched melodies fill the room, as an acid crunch synth game soundtrack takes control, and with a quick ambush, force feeds you an amiga 1200. Yum fucking yum, this one will bring down the room.

Track 3 is a secret message from the depths of your very first console, that quickly develops into a structured beat attack with sugar on top, and a big wily cloudlike bass that has you spinning around like a lunatic, whilst track four has you walking along the rainbow road in mario kart whilst scattering minature traps to try and catch toads children. Flip it.

Track 5 is what its all about. A huge crunch laden fuzz beat and static sheet of audio greatness envelops you in the blink of a small robotic eye, whilst the ambient distant waddles towards you in an evil attempt to take you over to the marshmallow side and drain all the milk from head to make a lovery afternoon snack...or something like that.
Numero 6 smashes in without any introduction with a wood snapping and processing crack beat, that isnt here to mess about. Lazer snaps and sky tearing jack attacks spin out of control like remote control helicopters out of power, whilst a building levelling acid mashup blasts your body to smithereens as if you were made out of wafer, insane stuff but fuck good. Track 7 echoes itself into oblivion with a very gradual bassline that you know is going to explode any second now. The stack of beats drop into formation and create a spark crazy light show, whilst voices are heard in the melee but are hard to make out as you are stagger around under the audio influence that has flooded all and every one of your pours. Check it.

Vinyl 2 :

Track 8 has flash gordon stylings which have you looking over your shoulder for a hot hail attack, but its no hail you get, its a smash flip rotate bassline with a slicing beat pattern that launches you deep into the thick dark soup surrounding the moon and explodes a grenade inside your stomach. Evil bastaads. Track 10 then has you deep within a patrially rendered world as a ever growing dark shadow of chaos is built layer by layer behind your head without you even knowing. Pulsing bass strikes like a heartbeat on a treadmill made of landines, slide through the sky and grow ever quieter and quieter...and you drop into track 11.
This one is the soundtrack to a tiddlywinks day out with a 9 volt battery inside a photocopier which is strapped on the wing of a jumbo jet, that is carved out of electric on a vertical death dive into the industrial heart of osaka. Id take a listen if I was you.

Mission 13 starts off with a playful slice of intelligence bouncing around you like its full of flies until its older brother starts shouting from down the corridor in a fat mashed acid alarm siren, which knocks you off your tiny feet and down a hidden ventilation shaft into some kind of trash compactor. I think we will need to get this one shut down. Track 16 rips apart the european space station with its huge power flooded arm in a crazed attempt to break through the atmopshere of earth, and take its revenge on the inhabitants, time to get out of here I think. Maybe its not as bad as it seems, as this manic machine of lunacy gets pounded by a passing field of asteroids and all the cosmonauts/astronatus ride its lifeless ceramic tiled ass back to safety. Awesome.

76 once again gives us four killer sides of vinyl that reek of classic SKAM. If you pass on this one, you are mentally insane, and need your harddrive changed.

Double recommended.

Sam