"Acid Shores" is a treacly, doomy acid number that's so low-slung it almost buckles around the six-minute mark. Then it's just basement-dwelling growls and hissing sci-fi bits until it's over. "S.E.G." is a cheeky medley of hip-hop and electro—pretty funky at first, before Smee releases an unbridled universe of weirdness. It's probably what he meant when he told us about the "ungraspable" style of music he aspires to. You can sort of get it—it's built on parts that maybe once made sense but have since been turned screwy in an after-afterhours sort of way.
It's all systems go on the live-recorded B-side. There's dark and skewed techno, Drexciya and Dexter electro, hardcore stabs, hard Rotterdam FX and even a breathy gasp or two. It's the sound of a madman running wild with his machines. It's totally mental, to use one of Smee's favourite terms.