Cutting-edge experimental club tracks.
"Lassanamae" blooms with harsh, digitised textures. "Once again an attempt to cause less stress is no more stress-less than no me," Sinclair whispers cryptically in the emerging monologue, only to become subsumed by a pulsating, alarm-like tone. "And Eats Itself And Eats Itself And Eats Itself," sparkles with glitchy electro tones reminiscent of Flatland-era Objekt, but Sinclair's composition is exuberantly carefree.
"sSLABicks" is an electronic soundscape that collapses into an uncompromising rhythmic onslaught sitting somewhere between free jazz and speed metal. and departt from mono game's biggest endorphin rush emanates from "That Hyde Trakk," a rework of jungle tropes. There are hints of the ambience of Photek's mid-'90s output, but Sinclair's beat is stranger and more complex, increasing in distortion before collapsing into an ambient coda. It's a fitting, pummelling finale from an artist whose musical identity is becoming unmistakeable.