Schizoid Schizoid

J. Smith returns to terrorise the music scene with his one-man Schizoid project. This album may not be as chaotic and grating as Enough is Enough; there's a noticeable absence of violent power electronics that brought it to the edge of unbearable and Schzoid shows a maturation in Smith's cut & paste writing style. This album flows at a more even keel, with increased structure and a mad-scientist sensibility. There's still a nice helping of mayhem as Smith tips his hat to Painkiller's insanity and Boredoms or Fantomas-style pastiches, but it's extremely difficult to shake the image of a kid in an Emperor shirt standing before a bank of computers in a smoky club, Kid 606 style, deftly and precisely creating a wall of noise. (Dtrash)