There are 12 tracks here ranging from the closing untitled 44 second blip to the 11 plus minute "Lutecian Peplum". From what I can gather from the liner notes, all of the tracks are one off performances except for one, some in front of an audience and others a private affair. The equipment list is pretty spartan with sources ranging from Yamaha QY700 (which has a general MIDI / XG sound set internally), DAT, unamed software on a Mac, 4 track and mystery sampler with a battery of pedals taking up the rear. Some microphone work makes an appearance as well though mangled to such an extent that it could be the sound of a coffee maker being thrown into a fjord for all the listener knows. Some sample work is of the blatant variety, Islamic religious music making a distorted and pitched down howling dog appearance which has the ultimate markings of a misbehaving Shizuo about it. The decipherable vocal samples used are in French which I respect since as much as I love engrish, I find it strange hearing non-native English speakers force their ideas into a strange tongue.
The overall tone for "harsh jobs" is definitely very "live" (as in bolted tight reverb settings) and digital (as in all crispy and hard). There is a mix of warmed over analog versus brick wall digital clipping with the interplay nicely done and giving the material a liquid feel which is an excellent blend between V/Vm router flapping and old school tape trader noise. The stereo field gets a workout with feedback and clipping richocheting around like a pellet gun fired in a garbage can. It's not so much angry sounding as energetic and even though there is no tempo as such while listening to a lot of this disc I get the impression of sweaty people with red faces and gesturing madly.
Content wise I find that I have less patience with the excessively sample based material. For example, the eastern pilfering going on mid disc is too literal for me and while I don't mind it, it lacks the intentness of of the other tracks and seems like Ripit was suffering from a case of lazy pants that day. This isn't always the case however as bits like "Crisa Miola" 1 and 2 keep the destruction factor up high enough to remove doubt that someone is at the controls. There is also one filter happy piece with becomes a dirty rubbery dental dam that blocks the listener's attention by flubbering around with no direction for too long. Most of goings on however are suitably engaging. I love the forlorn moan of "Kindegarden Ground Zero" which makes me envison a wounded sea lion bellowing out to it's tormentor with the sorrow of a near extinct species. The opener "100 Stairs To Heaven And It's Virgins" is like trying hold your front door closed against the assualt of a rioting ripped off Guns N Roses audience and this theme of recreational annihilation continues throughout much of the disc.
Despite a couple of lack luster sidetracks, this is a rather satisfying disc and if you could use some fresh grit to wear down your growing incisors, this CDR from Radon Studios may be just the ticket.