Available on: Wireblock 12″

Right, who’s in the mood for fat San Francisco slasher-house with maudlin John Carpenter synthwork, reversed vocals, plenty of whirling weirdness, some big comedy whistles on the intro and a Roska remix on the flip? Oh yeah, everyone in the entire world ever – that’s what I thought. Brilliantly disorientating, tense release from Glasgow’s Wireblock camp.

Stacey Morris