A-side "Rise Up" is the star here, however, and it's one of the meatiest, most full-fledged songs the group has released thus far. Impossible to pick out what might be sampled and what's original, the group pushes its curious politics of sound quality and anti-fidelity to the extreme with a backing track that sounds ripped straight off YouTube, low-impact drums swimming through a viscous ocean of compression artifacts and strangled strings. The vocal, mumbled by Inga Copeland, is completely unintelligible and frustratingly fleeting, transient bits of melody wafting by and disappearing like wisps of sweetly perfumed smoke. It's arguably the closest yet the group have come to fully recreating the pop and R&B they love to interrogate, but it's still refracted and distorted beyond recognition.
The other tracks only serve to further contort and obscure, the one minute "Boss Man" revealing an affinity with the kind of genre-free UK dance music that can be found elsewhere on Hyperdub. The genuinely creepy "Badmind" closes out the EP, wobbling on detuned chimes and what sounds like neutered tympanis, laying claim to an uncomfortable dreamworld. It's the kind of thing that could soundtrack an old quasi-educational VHS tape about exotic locales as much as it could a nightmare, replete with an unnervingly unemotional poetry recital laid over top.