I see a grip of EOD tracks, I buy. Simple. One of my fav Rephlex alumni holistically homegrown sound & sequence wizards. A lush lord, a 24 speed frisky gear spinner, a hoot and a holler and a warm bass ‘n breaks breakfast in bed bewildering tapestry of sprites and wingdings. A melted, hot-tip prod into a padded gymnasium fashioned with chutes, ladders and inter dimensional strobe foam pits. And there’s a doorman along the way to provide the obligatory steamed towel and mints. BRUHHH….