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Forgotten Idols lie smashed and scattered across the floor. Dissonant undercurrents coerce a riptide of shattered beats as Duran Duran Duran speeds into sight and docks directly into your neurological pathways. Tracks swarm into your mind effortlessly dismantling the techno mainframe. Refracted acid takes ‘Sexus’ to a place where famished ghosts leer at each other across a mist-infused steam room. Repeated listenings reveal new fissures, fresh layers emerge as we scrape away at the glacial enormity of this techno scree-face. Redemption is in sight as we take a final pasting on ‘Marathon Man’, a track so banging as to provoke a wry smile on the face of any seasoned raver. At its climax it screeches under the weight of its intensity, flinging its subjects into a feral transcendence.