Review: More multi-textured, tempo-flexing darkness from French troupe Kantyze. Scraping the slime off the dungeon walls, drying it out, powdering it and lacing your coffee with it, each of these cuts create a woozy, dissonant feeling deep within. From the soaking wet ricochet drum hits of the title track to the pneumatic hammer kicks and subverted euphoria of the synth hook on "Demise" via the shimmering cymbals and oceanic Detroitian pads of "Hubot", Kantyze are fulfilling every ounce of hype they've received in recent months. Long may this continue.
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