Opener 'Faint' is a litmus test for the uninvited, a raw 'n' stepped non-4/4 exploration that draws on early London while curdling it's electro influences through sporadic bursts of acidic electronics and yearning pads.

'Pitchfight' floats like a low mist over the Persian gulf. Low-lying clouds of mellow colours and tones that dissipate and reform over the sea, as the morning sun splinters the horizon and a radio transmission from another land chunters with it's early announcement.

'What He Said' throws itself into the melé, amid a frenzy of blown-out vocal snips, rasping raw drum smacks, squelching synths and 90's cheap-keyboard hits. Smoothing out into a soft and tender ambient mid-section, one of GOM's signature indulgences, meandering and playfully hinting at a return to the madness and entropy.

Closing out the 12" is the understated epic 'Siasi'. A slow-beating political heart, formed of clashing textures, discordant swirling electronics and abrasive, piercing percussion. A painfully drawn-out struggle for freedom.