Killer acid ballistics and modular chew from breakcore/electronica experimenter Michael Castaneda aka Terminal 11, marking 20 years in the game, man and boy, with a wicked flux for Opal Tapes
A proper injection of unruly energy comparable with styles from Rian Treanor, Æ or Richard Devine, ‘Eyes Pressed Against The Glass’ fires off six rounds of restless tics harnessed with a swagger. ‘Until It Couldn’t Recognize a Face’ offers an ideal introduction of spannered acid akin to Æ, and the title tune locks off a amorphous electro style in the vein of Funkarma’s Cane 12”s. ‘Breathing Room’ follows with a jazzier flex, think Squarepusher in a straightjacket, leaving ‘Tea’ to tilt off into head-melting abstract complexity likely to please even the most obtuse IDM algorithmic types.
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Killer acid ballistics and modular chew from breakcore/electronica experimenter Michael Castaneda aka Terminal 11, marking 20 years in the game, man and boy, with a wicked flux for Opal Tapes
A proper injection of unruly energy comparable with styles from Rian Treanor, Æ or Richard Devine, ‘Eyes Pressed Against The Glass’ fires off six rounds of restless tics harnessed with a swagger. ‘Until It Couldn’t Recognize a Face’ offers an ideal introduction of spannered acid akin to Æ, and the title tune locks off a amorphous electro style in the vein of Funkarma’s Cane 12”s. ‘Breathing Room’ follows with a jazzier flex, think Squarepusher in a straightjacket, leaving ‘Tea’ to tilt off into head-melting abstract complexity likely to please even the most obtuse IDM algorithmic types.
Killer acid ballistics and modular chew from breakcore/electronica experimenter Michael Castaneda aka Terminal 11, marking 20 years in the game, man and boy, with a wicked flux for Opal Tapes
A proper injection of unruly energy comparable with styles from Rian Treanor, Æ or Richard Devine, ‘Eyes Pressed Against The Glass’ fires off six rounds of restless tics harnessed with a swagger. ‘Until It Couldn’t Recognize a Face’ offers an ideal introduction of spannered acid akin to Æ, and the title tune locks off a amorphous electro style in the vein of Funkarma’s Cane 12”s. ‘Breathing Room’ follows with a jazzier flex, think Squarepusher in a straightjacket, leaving ‘Tea’ to tilt off into head-melting abstract complexity likely to please even the most obtuse IDM algorithmic types.
Killer acid ballistics and modular chew from breakcore/electronica experimenter Michael Castaneda aka Terminal 11, marking 20 years in the game, man and boy, with a wicked flux for Opal Tapes
A proper injection of unruly energy comparable with styles from Rian Treanor, Æ or Richard Devine, ‘Eyes Pressed Against The Glass’ fires off six rounds of restless tics harnessed with a swagger. ‘Until It Couldn’t Recognize a Face’ offers an ideal introduction of spannered acid akin to Æ, and the title tune locks off a amorphous electro style in the vein of Funkarma’s Cane 12”s. ‘Breathing Room’ follows with a jazzier flex, think Squarepusher in a straightjacket, leaving ‘Tea’ to tilt off into head-melting abstract complexity likely to please even the most obtuse IDM algorithmic types.
Black vinyl.
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Killer acid ballistics and modular chew from breakcore/electronica experimenter Michael Castaneda aka Terminal 11, marking 20 years in the game, man and boy, with a wicked flux for Opal Tapes
A proper injection of unruly energy comparable with styles from Rian Treanor, Æ or Richard Devine, ‘Eyes Pressed Against The Glass’ fires off six rounds of restless tics harnessed with a swagger. ‘Until It Couldn’t Recognize a Face’ offers an ideal introduction of spannered acid akin to Æ, and the title tune locks off a amorphous electro style in the vein of Funkarma’s Cane 12”s. ‘Breathing Room’ follows with a jazzier flex, think Squarepusher in a straightjacket, leaving ‘Tea’ to tilt off into head-melting abstract complexity likely to please even the most obtuse IDM algorithmic types.
Limited Edition Colour Vinyl 12".
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Killer acid ballistics and modular chew from breakcore/electronica experimenter Michael Castaneda aka Terminal 11, marking 20 years in the game, man and boy, with a wicked flux for Opal Tapes
A proper injection of unruly energy comparable with styles from Rian Treanor, Æ or Richard Devine, ‘Eyes Pressed Against The Glass’ fires off six rounds of restless tics harnessed with a swagger. ‘Until It Couldn’t Recognize a Face’ offers an ideal introduction of spannered acid akin to Æ, and the title tune locks off a amorphous electro style in the vein of Funkarma’s Cane 12”s. ‘Breathing Room’ follows with a jazzier flex, think Squarepusher in a straightjacket, leaving ‘Tea’ to tilt off into head-melting abstract complexity likely to please even the most obtuse IDM algorithmic types.