A fascinating sonic cut and paste put in the oven and baked with the remnants of your gran’s answerphone. A veritable big city freebase of noise and memories, it’s no surprise those tricksy Kiwis behind E-Kare have adorned the cover of their record with a psychedelic washing machine. Some nuts about-turns too, the aural equivalent of Homer Simpson’s pizza black-outs, meaning whatever narrative laid down is erased before you know it. Some serious 20-20 Trickster noise as a psychic shield against the encroachment of boutique food.

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