The lavish flow of neurotransmitters rules once again on Maetrik’s newest masterpiece, but this time around, the baroque feeling of decay has been scaled back in favor of a more efficient approach to his trademark straightjacket funk. The shock corridor has been cleaned up, the psychotic boosts have been dampened, but still the subliminal euphoria switches frequently to some sexy paranoia. Being the soundtrack of hot-wired neurons this music works on a more psychological level than the superficial gore of the contemporary techno regime. Joyfully the basses plunge into the deepest abyss, while the hi-hats gnaw away at your unstable nerves and the synths tell a dark story about strange beings in the twilight. The question if this is only some sort of hallucination will presumably not be answered, but never a neurochemical imbalance sounded sexier than on this record. It’s survival horror on the dancefloor and we love it.