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Ice cold post-punk infinity from England coming to you from Factory Floor. Robotically precise manufacturing of the soundtrack for dazed youth to do the mating dance to is what we have here. And it sounds awesome. If you can get down that is. Bubbling bass, sequenced blippage, and that never ceasing, never failing backbeat. What are they saying? Who cares. This is all about slow build, slow build, slow build, slow build, slow build, slow build, slow build, and then Scanners man, your fucking head explodes.
