The opening salvo is lighter, though that's a relative concept. On "Willkommen Bei Wurstelbox," strangled metallic hits jostle with a tinny bassline, and Brassfoot holds the crowded feel for as long as possible. "She Said Her Name Was Sugarlips" seems more pleasant, but there's an undercurrent of menace to its chords, which could've been lifted from a queasy Hype Williams pastorale.
The "unsettling" aspect dominates the B-side, whose three tracks sound baked and broken. "Darkroom" is garage turned ghoulish, its 2-step shuffle a deathly crawl beneath static crackles and a bassline heavy with slasher-flick dread. On the even stranger "Treacle," hi-hats run themselves ragged while a kick drum thuds its sluggish halftime below. Those two bookend the EP's banger, "Satan Was Scared To Look." A grandiose title for sure, but it's easy to imagine Old Nick wincing at this merciless rager.