Everything inside this album is what you'd expect from its absolutely sublime Trevor Brown cover art. It is a disco/house-tinged version of the "rhythmic noise" that has been plaguing EBM/Industrial clubs for quite a few years, only covered in dangerous shards and slivers of psychedelic harsh noise, a healthy dose of chaos in a rigid style that bursts your speakers & ears like the best Japanese acts. Perhaps its the Trevor Brown cover talking again, but I'm reminded of Venetian Snares' darker works (Doll Doll Doll, Find Candace) newer Whitehouse (Racket, Bird Seed), and the most overloaded of digital hardcore (thinking Bomb 20, Curse of the Golden Vampire here), in the masochistic/sadistic application of harsh rhythm. Only while those works are about pure aggression, there is a funky/party edge to this album. It's one for only the most psychotic of BDSM clubs.