tom demac tears down the gazelle twin original compositions and rebuilds them with feverish candor. *belly of the beast* pounds hard with rubbery percussion and rattling hats like chains, the gazelle twin chants her mantra *i ll beat them all at their own game…* demacs padded cell like production is most definitely some of the best work we have heard him do to date, and this dark sound aesthetic spills into his take on *guts*. like an electro take on a john carpenter score, demac carves out a futuristic and desolate take on gazelle twins celebration of urge resistance and taking pleasure in the complexity of the mind.