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Throughout the 9 tracks, the mechanical beat gradually comes more to the fore from about the second half, and there is a throttling of aggression in favor of synth trash with lots of bleeps and gurgles straight outta Space Invaders. This creates the variety to keep the not even 25 minutes from becoming dull, although I would have liked to see an escalation of the alienated outburst of anger from the beginning of the album. I like the San Diego combo best when they are minimalist, just blasting out the noise and moving on.
It should be noted that beneath the frayed sound guise, there are well-written, to-the-point pieces, which is what makes this music work in my opinion and gnaws its way into the brain through the ears. If Comrade Stalin only knew!
Fun Fact: The album title and artwork refer to a shooting spree with a stolen tank, in 1995, in the hometown of the STALINS.
