Matmos glitch their way through battlefields of the 1860s, bleeping, blooping, fuzzing, and squealing with ancient synths like a birthday party for lunatics.
Not surprisingly, it sounds like The Sheila Divine unplugged. Perrino’s voice is featured more, now that it doesn’t have to fight distortion for the spotlight.
Compiles the influential grindcore forefathers’ best moments and – most importantly – all the saliva-inducing rarities that I’ve been digging for years.
Take a highly-caffeinated early Carcass, give it a gloss that rivals a spacelab, stick sharp knives in its hands, and strap rocket roller skates to its feet.
I never thought Greg Dulli would take his tortured dementia into indielectro, and I never would’ve guessed that it would be as moving as Blackberry Belle.