this tiny 7" in hotf's usual very inconspicuous (to say the least) packaging proved to be the finest morning music. starting out with slow groove of traditional reggae it quickly deteriorates into demented breakbeat mess. I find it simply impossible to resist its carefree rasta attitude spliced with such breakneck violence and heaviness. the music is incredibly physical with that precise combination of uncaring longing for freedom by any means, aggression and laid-back fatalistic attitude. a tiny gem that proves to be a contagious addiction.