"Off the Leash” is the cry of morphed pack animals from a UFO crash site. It’s radiated saliva dripped onto cold machinery burning through circuit boards. .The first transmission morphs from cyborg electro to broken down party frequencies. It’s conspiracy meetings caught on short wave radio.
The b side hits tit harder, rolling tough with some nasty B-Boy Party electro and a euphoric hardcore cut complete with acid lines swooping in like winged beast. A fitting soundtrack to a midnight cruise across the landfill dunes as mutants creep into your backyard as the bros sink into the dunes.