(The Locus Of Assemblage)
Another 3 inch, 20-minute little present from this interesting Scottish label. This time we find two irreducible post-industrial creators, whose four pieces contain small and well mixed doses of research, ingenuity, irrational and logic. Borisov and Surak evolve their tracks through electronic pulsation and found sounds, giving the impression of being tuned to a somehow forgotten radio station (as an example check the first track, matter-of-factly named “Radioalmaata”). The guys disable any easy definition of what their music should sound like; even in the moments when you hear “those” electronics and “those” drones as rather familiar, you also get in touch with a sense of honesty which is pretty rare in most avantgarde scenarios today.