Mashed up chaos bringer Ove Naxx prepares to lay one down all over Adaadat and your ruined ears. LET’S GO...

"rollin with the ove's dick hemahrroid" pipes itself into the room via the vent on the side of the wall, and the thick liquid is rammed full of spikes and regurgitating polygons. The room now packed to the ceiling with distorted views of normal items, begins to melt under the playful but electronified melody Mr.Naxx has cooked up for this track, as the world dips itself into a whirlpool of computer game fantasies blended with the sound of a jet engine eating itself....get in the bunker before its too late!!!!

"Oddanhodoh jya massive schoco - scocore" now that’s a track title. This one is warped bowel movement, strained through the tightest mesh ever and then pushed into a teabag and served to the unsuspecting thirsty travelers nearby. Lazer strikes combined with 1up explosions all neatly tied together with an acidic bassline and a technology barrage the likes of never seen before. Reach for the ceilings pilgrims.

"Twisted kita-low drunk trip" is your best friend, you know THAT best friend, the robot who made himself your best friend when you popped down the arcade last night...and yes he is back knocking at your door again. Your NEW best friend is happy to release a ear fizzing message through your now liquid letterbox whilst the walls turn to marshmallow with uranium centres...watch it, whilst Kang fu jackson" is a journey into the very core of your calculator wristwatch. Arm splitting strikes, pushed and pulled together with a hammering bassline which doesn’t have the words "take it easy" in its vocabulary, as it piles you with pulse fire from its brand new stolen cannon it was DYING to show you. Hectic and awesome all at the same time.

The final track is "fitness club at big rave party the gabba house DJ Toecutter" and I insist you listen to this and then go party with your army of photocopiers down at the local discothèque, as this is what it deserves.

"Ove chan dancehall" is another one way ticket into the uncharted mind waves of Ove Naxx. Hashed vocals swiftly interwoven with cross sections of abandoned spaceships, with that always underlying 8/16 bit goodness that we all love. More goodness from the ever expanding Adaadat catalogue.....recommended two times.

Sam