Sometimes an album sticks. More than most, and forthrightly integrates into your life. Demented, angular, and paranoid fruit brought forward from the vestiges of yesteryear e-digging. Long live the mighty C8. Resurrected by (coloured?) re-issue, this grail LP can now be enjoyed by your street corner fashionista and beard-stroking break addict alike. A lost cloth-cut from jagged beat science, and prickly distortion – crucial sh*t. Blueprint for the *proto-deconstructed* (sigh) that soon followed on the likes of Ambush (nods to Scud, Aphasic, Ślepcy et al); sinister rhythmic puppetry, glitched out malfunction and haunted noise-screens come together in one of the most well balanced dance LPs to date- from title(s) to cutting lathe to insert; a work of art forever burdened by the curse of the debut. De Babalon rides the beast of resurgence - a smattering of live shows and releases but my excitement is resistant. If they’re magnificent then shame on me. But I’m prepared to leave my rose-tint 20 years in the past. Give way to the RELEASE of tension, bubbling, broiling- behold.
Words: Rajan Sundavadra