Main sample (and Ep name ) taken from Cronenberg's Videodrome .... Mk prod at its best

This EP consists of three different remixes of "Soon We All Will Have Special Names". The 'A' side version uses variable speed tapes to create a four note pattern, building the ever-fast dance rhythm up with a variety of different sounds. The drums are adrenaline-pumpin' fast, carrying the entire structure along in a mad frenzy, gathering sounds here & there, dropping them off to gather new ones then returning to reclaim them. It's compulsive stuff, almost forcing the body into compliance with it's insistant, driving dance force.The 'B' side opens with another version - this one built on a darker, bassier sequence through which the various sounds surface & sink, ghost impressions floundering in a fast-beat tar-pit of music. Although full of sounds, this appears a little more minimal with the bass and constant drums a solid spine of audio impressions. The sampled voice, which on all versions quotes the tite, rises like half-seen kinephantoms through the black pall of beat. The final version combines both of the previous versions in a bubbling sequential piece - frantic & slightly more plastic with a killer bass drum sound. This one uses more destroyed sounds - electronics which are just slightly ragged here & there, added in colour, half-hidden from view, giving it a sense of mystery despite it's face-on, oblvious frantic dance attitude.After hearing three such different versions, I can only conclude that this piece is almost infinitely variable. Great dance music for those of you energetic enough to keep up with it.Originally reviewed for Soft Watch.

What a belter! Scything hoover synths ramped against heaviest of beats in your head growing pulsing from near-silence to a growling darkfest, the menacing bass warns you to *keep away* hi-hats are victorious smashing through showing the crowd how to dance or *die* even the tiny turn of a cricket-like burr as the gun is cocked to *shoot you in the head* the screaming whine of a frantic corkscrew analogue dervish wail is all that is keeping us from *madness* so go home and tell your mum 'mum, I don't like it when the hardcore gangsters terrorize and threaten to blow us up with their sonic weapons' you'd better stick to tech-house n-ch n-ch n-ch won't give you nightmares like this will little baby! One two three!