"Burning Skin" sucks into action a little like KILLING JOKE taking GODFLESH for a drive through a Rock-based Post-Industrial soundscape, and both sides contracting a clean welter of Punk. This is border-line Grunge while not quite getting there - but instead arriving somewhere bloody marvelous. This piece has a strength, density & power to impress most tape-prejudiced among you, while maintaining a clear degree of experimentation. "Lost" begins with a more synthetic drum pattern which soon succumbs to their mighty noise. Powerful, driving, tight music which would rest easy on an EARACHE release, or perhaps even WIDE RECORDS at their more extreme. What keeps this from collapsing into pure Grindcore I cannot tell, but it comes close. "Break Weak Back" is a slower piece, along the lines of GODFLESH, but using snarling, lean & hungry guitar instead of feedback. It's hard & chunky, a killer piece of music every bit as good as the better-known names. "Thread To Weave" closes the first side - again having the strength to control the wild horse guitar which dashes around, this time experimenting a lot more, forming into different patterns, each a powerhouse of guitar noise. Side two features their more up-to-date, more experimental sound - opening with "Feverpitch" based on 'wow'ing synths much more restrained guitar over hard, snappy drums, this nevertheless builds up into - well, the title says it all. A lot less simple & together, yet it was probably a good move to adapt & change their style - making them almost unique. And even taking them a step closer to Grindcore. A distant (female?) voice lifts the edge of the sound up like a child looking under garden slabs for ants & worms. "Gurd" fades in on a black-mud-stinking-swamp sound of synthetics, churning along before fading into an even looser, stranger piece of non-beat sound - again it has an alien soundscape - dark open waters on some distant, potentially dangerous planet - the distant motor of a passing boat. "Mourning" closes the cassette - again a strangely different piece - a machine beat rhythm over which high-pitched metal sounds jingle & jangle. This changes, transforming into stranger machines, antique inventions & assorted engines, before evolving into something biological - it grows a beating heart, albeit a mechanically-precise one. Ever onwards it grows and changes, forming crystaline festering growths, remaining part creature, part object, it's body pulsating with deep warm life, it's dermis a cacophony of metallic scales. If they can manage to combine both styles, they could have a big, big future. One or two bits on the 'B' side have a little hiss, but otherwise the sound is high quality & the music is as good if not better than much found on vinyl & CD. Originally reviewed for Soft Watch.