Subzone

Luckily, the folks involved in this project have somewhat successfully rationalised the existence of what is otherwise a bland, electronic-based album with a clever title. Polished to the extreme, this industrial album is far too repetitive to keep one's interest progressive and healthy. And just like how a paranoid person dwells almost infinitely on a single and unnecessary subject, so does the music within. Although there are small flashes of brilliance, via their use of abstract samples, the electronic drumming does not help and neither does the heavily digitally processed guitar work that ends up functioning like abrasive sandpaper on the psyche. I am a tad unsure whether this album is more of a sterile output from a computer-based recording machine than a reflection of music being channelled through a human soul.