Lead track "After The Job" uses Turner's spoken word intro as the starting point for a clangourous, mutant workout that combines booming sub-bass hits, occasional crunchy kicks and Casio synths. It's strange and difficult and bores its way into your brain, with a clattering rhythm that's somewhere between techno and dub. The lyric could make it a kind of anthem for the type who hawkishly follow The Trilogy Tapes blog or plan their annual vacations around Unsound festival. "Copa Jams" is more straightforward: swinging from the off, spacious claps and cicada-like hats form the rhythmic backbone while synthetic strings swoop down, eventually giving way to a coarse industrial rhythm.
"Doomed" is the most lo-fi of the lot. Propulsive drums clatter along, the brutal groove burying any other elements that try to scratch their way to the surface. "Bungalow" is the record's most sedate moment. Droplets of sound and distant chimes gently bounce across the stereo field. It's a tender techno lullaby that closes out another impressive addition to the Hinge Finger catalogue.