It's been quite some time since I had the chance to mention Zen Albatross on this site. I think I might actually have his business card around here somewhere, an incredible feet for a hermit such as me.
It's also been a long time since I was able to get down to something this intensely glitched out and crunchy. White noise is real, and it infests this album in the most pleasurable way possible. Beneath the gritty texture though is where the real fun happens. Zen winds his way through a series of foreboding, hard hitting, and or dance inducing melodies.