Another “absurd” oddity from Nicolas Malevitsis’ label, this is a 7-inch coming in an octagonal sleeve containing short pieces for, I believe, vinyl, found objects and tapes. Beaulieu is the most frictional character, dismembering any tentative sweetness into myriads of non-malleable shards of distorted dirtiness and recorded mayhem; Lescalleet tries to give some structure to his side, but after a few moments of more “regular” white noise turntablism he shifts to a low-budget kind of musique concrete where tampering and manipulation of things produce a nice crunchy confusion.