Part two of a most unwanted trilogy. Brain destroying mundanity, recycled music repurposed to perverse, cryptic intention. Horrible seasickness sounds, hacked and chewed, slow looped nightmares of zero enjoyment. The chosen samples are seemingly drab and innocuous, as with so much of the honourable Master Tross’ work; The way these slowed beats play underneath yawning vocal relay is utterly simplistic and yet totally menacing and upsetting. Loopy sound, Ambient Death. Distorted muzak, celluloid deterioration. You should probably worry.