This entirely improvised session captures Russell in the wild, trapped between daemonic nO!se and snapjaw drum patterns nodding to early Omar Santana or Carlos Berrio and his own past as a go-to studio editor for labels such as Mute. The A-side is a slyly arousing but terrifying thing called ‘Foxy’ meshing masticated noise gristle to manic, chattering hi-hats, all angled and affective like a box of knock-off fireworks hoyed at the ‘floor. Flipside is even better, a flashback to the untouchable edits of late ’80s Latin Freestyle and the hyperfunktional percussive grammar of Cabaret Voltaire, Ministry or Mayday.
