Scaremonger - Soon We All Will Have Special Names

What a belter! Scything hoover synths ramped against heaviest of beats in your head growing pulsing from near-silence to a growling darkfest, the menacing bass warns you to *keep away* hi-hats are victorious smashing through showing the crowd how to dance or *die* even the tiny turn of a cricket-like burr as the gun is cocked to *shoot you in the head* the screaming whine of a frantic corkscrew analogue dervish wail is all that is keeping us from *madness* so go home and tell your mum 'mum, I don't like it when the hardcore gangsters terrorize and threaten to blow us up with their sonic weapons' you'd better stick to tech-house n-ch n-ch n-ch won't give you nightmares like this will little baby! One two three!