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It’s a delightfully breathless six minutes of pure pressure.

Claustrophobic and urgent, banshees chant over frenetic drums, while tension-filled drones build hover overhead before crashing over your head in waves of sub and siren.

Most of these tunes are bangers, not anthems, the kind that the best DJs use to set a mood, make people get low, and go home with smiles.

So many tiny, fractal-like details form patterns, blend together, and become one, whole natural experience.

The vocals leap and slice around the room, chased by truly banging drums. Each section lulls you forward, while police sirens chase you throw the crowd dancing in the street.

Exploring garage, kuduro, UK funky, Squarepusher jungle, itchy IDM, and shimmering, disorienting ambient… It’s an extremely thick 43 minutes of music but a rewarding listen, end to end.

The warning sirens and deep toms keep pace perfectly with the rugged vocals of Killa P. So good.

Sparse yet complex, it hits hard and takes no prisoners.

Each track might paint the same open field, just at different times of the day. And each painting is beautiful and deserves study.

The speakers nearly melt from the next-level production.

The track selection and arrangement of this EP are great, amplified by the expectation that any sort of collection like this is usually a bunch of disconnected songs.

Both light and dark, it feels like you’re traveling through a tunnel, headlights and fluorescents streaming by. It’s up to you if you’re looking forward or back.