fresh again, silks favorite dunce-dance diva, maria minerva, tries on a new wardrobe with her bless ep. busting out with sweet n swingy single black magick, minerva caters her classic la-la lyrics about an occult/joke-cult romance over a new waif, schneider-esque pop-rock lobsta beat. space 4 u slips echo-drone vocal monologues over a laface-style rnb booty bumper, while symbol of my pleasure sneers with a walk this way funk lick, both reminding fans of minervas naughty/playful creep-creativities. rounding out the ep are soul searchin � a sleazy, down-tuned, junk-jungle comatose doser � and lady blacktonikas black magick garage trippin remix � a layer cake of luscious tush pushin and an ode to another sassy lady, miss kier herself. confidence is key, and this is maria minerva struttin,� on and off key, through her newest collection of wand songs.

split ep of dark metallic hard-fun from the human shield mixing funnel. manasyt leaves his manners at home and takes the a side by force with two solid cuts of pure industrial horror: wrist sewing leaves little to the imagination whilst his bloc 08 set opener vibro speeds up the synth suspense until your loins are sore and your mind is truly spent. overworked and underpaid north wales bedroom musician cestrian (bunker/monox) softens the blow just a bit on the reverse with his hearse giving you the perfect funeral, driving off into the near distance with dead waves and metallic shards of fluctuating hiss. the stately anti funk of rizzla teeth brings us to a conclusion with gun metal grey sneers of contempt and harrowing neg vibe downer skree. suit up and dig in!