Fleshy chunks of the finest stew cooked up by a couple of my favourite droogs in UK noise today. Betty works four movements of emotional distress and hypno warble that instantly makes you motion-sick as fuck. Everything is bent backwards, slipping forwards and moving via 6 dimensions instantaneously. Little Creature drops a solvent abusers wet dream – i.e. something that makes life worth living a day longer while you sit in heavy rainfall in a fetid alleyway hovel (stinking of piss, cause you’ve soiled yourself). The Creature side is also complete with some downer songwriting styles.