The title track is breezy at the opening, chopped up Rhodes samples vying for attention with bursts of nasal synth. Before long, though, we sidestep into weirdly upfront territory, with a discordant, hyped-to-the-nines breakdown presaging a great throbbing wall of subbass peppered with stuttering edits. It's typical Scratcha: a gleefully jarring contrast between sweet and screwface-sour which shouldn't work but undoubtedly does. "Do It," meanwhile, is a stormer from the get-go, its pummeling snares and ravey pads barely settling into a routine over its three-and-a-half minute length.
"Walk It Out" trades in the mix of crisp house percussion and quietly dissonant background atmospherics that recurs throughout this EP; its initial furtiveness, though, gives way to a prim yet meaty thud over which rat-ta-tat snare syncopations do their thing. Finally, UK Funky is referenced more overtly in "Long Street," its infectious kick-clap shuffle playing host to a louche, woozy melody in the breakdown. The digipack additions don't add much to proceedings—"Shook" feels strangely devoid of energy; Inga Copeland's tremulous vocal sits uneasily over the explosive "Rumours"; French Fries supplies a neat but unremarkable 2-step reworking of "Ganja"—but they don't need to. Fly Juice is a storming four-tracker, transfiguring the concerns of the current underground as only DVA can.