Opener "In System Travel" sounds like a queasy, spazzed-out afterthought to the aforementioned rework, similarly loose and spiralling, but a good deal calmer too, alluding as much to the jazzy ruminations of trip-hop stalwart Amon Tobin as to labelmate Boxcutter's synapse-melting neo-junglisms. Over on the flip, "Saturn's Reply" comes off like a bastardized, funk-fuelled take on the whole electro/glitch-hop crossover school, pitching fat splodges of '80s analogue bass against a jerky array of spliced breaks and fuzzy, day-glo synths. For a debut solo outing, it's frighteningly confident stuff.
But the real treat here is "Radiant Industry." A colossal piece of bass engineering guaranteed to slaughter even the nastiest of house parties (never mind suitably well-rigged nightclubs), it must surely rank as 2009's fattest (read: phattest) tune so far. Consisting of one lazy-ass drum break, a selection of Soulwax-friendly rave clips and a downright illegal bassline that I won't even attempt to describe, it's Full Body Music of the highest calibre, steroid-fuelled and tweaked to within inches of its life. If it doesn't make you smile—and furiously so—then you've probably got tinnitus. Granted, there's something annoyingly provisional about all three tracks here—none of which extend beyond the four minute mark—but when music sounds this darn alive, it's hard to really give a monkeys.