Right out of the gate, Illusion Dweller is a fucking haymaker - a barebones, full throttle primitive DBeat assault that sounds close enough to touch. Everything is pegged, creating pulsations within and apart from the beats and sounds, and I find my brain migrating to the repetition of those pulses...a a tortured techno record hidden inside a piece of blown out raw hardcore. This one is real simple on paper, but it's tough to really unpack the the dupa dupa crush of "Reflect" or how "Who's Watching The NSA?" feels like ripping an adhesive bandage off of your hairy shin. Destruction is your friend.
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