A damnably lopsided and polymorphous work, the fourth by the Berlin-based Guido Möbius.
At once fleetingly Pop, bizarrely avant-garde, disjointedly electronic, clangorously pre-industrial: structurally Dadaist, vaguely situationist, yet surprisingly accessible and attractive.
An artisanal patchwork openly undefined and infinite, a smeared canvas with Pollockian vigor where the sound rivulets and noise drippings seem to be thrown there randomly.
And yet.
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