Having cut his teeth with the whole Wrong Music crew in the shadhow of Shitmat, Ebola (not the same one as the Ebola who had a split with Iszoloscope on YB70) delivers here a debut album which is suprisingly not a all-out breakcore madness, as one could have expected. Trying his hands at grime (he's british, so I guess he has not choice) for the first half of the CD, before dropping the big gabber beats and the Otto Von Schirach toilet humor, he still keeps everything tongue-in-cheek, broken, and, above all, dancefloor-friendly.