Body Punishment
Responsible for some of the deadliest techno 12”s on Jealous God, L.I.E.S. and Russian Torrent Versions, Italy’s Domenico Crisci pulls no punches with the bare knuckle styles of Body Punishment for the ballroom brawlers at Opal Tapes.
If Regis was a rag ’n bone man who ate scrap metal for the craic, his food baby would sound like Domenico Crisci. From the sour bleep coda and gear-grinding rumble of Black Roses thru the wall-bucking pound and flying hi-hats of EX to the early Psychic Warriors Of Gaia notes to Your Scent, and particularly in the juggernaut momentum of Knife and the techno Viking march of Body Punishment, this is an out and out wounder, on the hunt for blood until somebody stops it. And that’s not going to happen any time it’s playing.
Gird thy loins. This one’s a f**king ruckus.
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Responsible for some of the deadliest techno 12”s on Jealous God, L.I.E.S. and Russian Torrent Versions, Italy’s Domenico Crisci pulls no punches with the bare knuckle styles of Body Punishment for the ballroom brawlers at Opal Tapes.
If Regis was a rag ’n bone man who ate scrap metal for the craic, his food baby would sound like Domenico Crisci. From the sour bleep coda and gear-grinding rumble of Black Roses thru the wall-bucking pound and flying hi-hats of EX to the early Psychic Warriors Of Gaia notes to Your Scent, and particularly in the juggernaut momentum of Knife and the techno Viking march of Body Punishment, this is an out and out wounder, on the hunt for blood until somebody stops it. And that’s not going to happen any time it’s playing.
Gird thy loins. This one’s a f**king ruckus.
Responsible for some of the deadliest techno 12”s on Jealous God, L.I.E.S. and Russian Torrent Versions, Italy’s Domenico Crisci pulls no punches with the bare knuckle styles of Body Punishment for the ballroom brawlers at Opal Tapes.
If Regis was a rag ’n bone man who ate scrap metal for the craic, his food baby would sound like Domenico Crisci. From the sour bleep coda and gear-grinding rumble of Black Roses thru the wall-bucking pound and flying hi-hats of EX to the early Psychic Warriors Of Gaia notes to Your Scent, and particularly in the juggernaut momentum of Knife and the techno Viking march of Body Punishment, this is an out and out wounder, on the hunt for blood until somebody stops it. And that’s not going to happen any time it’s playing.
Gird thy loins. This one’s a f**king ruckus.
Responsible for some of the deadliest techno 12”s on Jealous God, L.I.E.S. and Russian Torrent Versions, Italy’s Domenico Crisci pulls no punches with the bare knuckle styles of Body Punishment for the ballroom brawlers at Opal Tapes.
If Regis was a rag ’n bone man who ate scrap metal for the craic, his food baby would sound like Domenico Crisci. From the sour bleep coda and gear-grinding rumble of Black Roses thru the wall-bucking pound and flying hi-hats of EX to the early Psychic Warriors Of Gaia notes to Your Scent, and particularly in the juggernaut momentum of Knife and the techno Viking march of Body Punishment, this is an out and out wounder, on the hunt for blood until somebody stops it. And that’s not going to happen any time it’s playing.
Gird thy loins. This one’s a f**king ruckus.