strangely enough we were in fact side tracked from listening to the Trash Gentlemen by this ‘un – fear not they will appear at some stage later, if not this missive, then certainly the next. This is Implant with ‘the phone call’ – an ice cooled subtronic technoid moocher which as far as our ears can tell, manages to sublimely fuse the euro disko industrialonics of classic era Front 242 with the minimalist seedy core club floor prowling vibe of Minty and into the bargain ghosts it with a shadowy decadence finitely freezed to a sub zero grooving. 

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