The artwork for this double-disc cdr release is emblazoned with a silk-screened Cyclops. This is an appropriate symbology for the singular vision of this aural audacity. Singular in vision, yet splintering to cover ground that is reminiscent of the distorted organ solo from Sun Ra?s Atlantis to Fisher J Price toys to answering machine tape experimentation to ghetto Flynt ragas. No synth preset is left un-abused as the dubbed out exploding Buicks smoke vinyl seats to the noise gods. The lack of narrative or direction is unforgiving, but the constrained complexity and distance covered is commendable to the extent that it flaunts the things a listener could fault it for as if to say ?I meant to do that.? 7/10 -- Michael Kaufmann (27 June, 2006)