“Sometimes you enter the void, and, sometimes, the void enters you. The second track to be taken from the final ever Carter Tutti Void record is impressively, voluptuously evil, like opening a K-hole into a club run by David Lynch and staffed by ten Trent Reznors. Controlled yet savage, they’ve located the exact point at which the squall of industrial bleeds towards the purity of techno. And it does bleed. Miss, may I be excused, please? My fear glands are full.” – The Guardian.
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