Produced by Voiceless, an unknown artist(s) currently sculking in Manchester’s subterranean dwellings and disused mill spaces The EP begins with “Drop Them (Just Like That)” which soundtracks a million sub-human slaves operating the machinery required to mine resources for our new home. The repetitive kick and bass groove locking down the lesser-humans and forcing them to work while drifting sine waves and concentric tape echoes send binaural transmissions direct to the cerebrum, subconsciously programming them for later life. “True Dat” deploys a stark, alien sound palette on the listener, preparing them for darker days ahead - we are at war within the galaxy and Voiceless is at the front line, defending Earth through a barrage of machine gun hi-hats and thick, penetrating leads. Finally “Atlas” keeps the energy and narcosis running high. A flat-lined technoid acid attack with twangy stabs and a heavy sub make for post 4AM strobe machine abuse and uncontrollable devotion to the speaker stacks… Just look out for Martians on the dancefloor!