Right of the back, even before your head has a chance to spin around, you get some guy goin', "CHECK OUT DA BASS, YALL!", electronic raking sounds, pumping driving rhythms, and oh, did I mention DA BASS? Still, Uwe Schmidt makes the stuff on this album listenable, and it could resemble a gateway drug which will turn you onto hardcore techno. But, brace yourself before you scale down to 'Track 23' or 'Jetlag' cause this is the kind of stuff a pounding headache is made of. Your gonna need some E just to ease the pain in your ears.