As with his recent solo offerings on Palette Justin Maxwell again offers the full spectrum of dark abstract tech-funk in three tracks. In "The Tussincussion" a blood-chilling melody sounding as right out of a John Carpenter movie billows like fog over a crumbling beat. Yet that's only a subtle introduction to the sophisticated feeling of paranoia that the more reduced "Hardware Store" implants: starting out like a slowed down dubstepper with what sounds like flocking birds attacking, before a tweeked electro beat pushes you through a minefield of psychotic sounds. In "Stegosaurus" a lugging bassline pulls you right into a beat that swings and sways like the massive saurian and pierces you with acidic lines like a ride on the thistly beast's back would do. Haunting, sophisticated and complex sound-constructions that dare you to listen to them alone in the dark. Is it just me or does his picture on the label looks like Jack Nicholson breaking through that bathroom door in "The Shining"?
