From Novichok... Crawling through the labyrinth of psychological warfare, looking for an unlocked door. In-the-red lobotomy harsh noise. Nails, bullets, shrapnel, death metal pedals and dictaphone source tapes create an atmosphere of life inside a mental straight jacket. An object of severe hallucinogenic surrealism. Also a delirious mindscape, Крот's side opens with a recording taken inside a defunct water tank in the Tushetian highlands. Somewhat reminiscent of Angus MacLise's percussive trance studies, the collage then shifts to a Eurodance street concert, and concludes with a drunken breakfast in Yerevan. The whole thing from A to B has a nice flow from the drunk Armenian rambling recorded by Крот to the in-the-red heavy of Psychward... This is the first sound of Novichok getting trippy.
