Gnarly, twisted sounds that are listed as musique concrete, but more like the sound of concrete if there was a rumbling attack of the Mole people underneath. Pollard drags out the weird from behind the shed and dresses it in some extra feedback for the fall and you’re covered in some serious audio terror. This is certainly not for the nascent noise fan or anyone who was recently released from a hospital.

This is the sound of mangling glass, but “Sured Ice” does take a more low-key detour and explores a lower range. Slowing down on the breakneck tempo of noise, Pollard gets to explore some darker drones while maintaining some kind of frantic background noises.

“Acorn Bath” morphs into a sound of wall, bludgeoning the listener with a big slab of fuzz. You have to really pay attention to pick out the little details of all that’s happening, but sometimes it’s nice just to get swept up. 8/10 -- Andrew Murdock Livingston (1 September, 2010)