And another shouting, kicking and raising hell 7" (grey, this one) from the Hirntrust mental ward. Without the speed of Maruosa or Passenger of Shit or the tongue in cheek fun of Duran Duran Duran, Roeder focuses on the integration of gabbery / hardcore sound in his wall of super fast beats and breaks, before adding the always required (and expected loud shouts. It's all in good fun until you mosh up to this. Alone. In your basement. Naked.