This starts with the sound of a cityscape as heard through a plastic drainpipe. Then it turns into sinister ninja-synthfunk. What? It carries on taking more thematic swerves than, erm, a very swervy thing. As long as you can come up for air once in a while, being inside Matt Middleton's head must be a hell of a lot of fun.
CD released on Juggernaut Records in 1998.