Apocalpyse electro with first aid box included...And a license to kill. The sewers where he comes from to the light lead many miles through endless catacombs to forgotten laboratories, where cheap
machines decided to start a life on their own, after they caught
an old master control program of Newcleus and Skinny Puppy out of the rotten coat-pocket of a dead engineer with their jittery
telescope arms. If there would be at least a source of light, this
sound would have some kindhearted character, but even the infrared cell scraped off a while ago and the few remaining energy sources are taken by rhythms and bass. The rest is sound scrap in its last spasms. Skynet-disco-code, sent out to space, where it is speeding
around forever.