miocene were knocking around at the dawn of the new millenium as promising newcomers, and are only now kicking into full artistic gear.  The electronica twist of 2002's cellular memory ep has been taken to its logical conclusion and the result is astonishing.

there is a guitar barrage of teeth-rattling proportions, but this breaks down into dissonant and chaotic drum n bass interludes that sound like your stereo is about to vomit up its guts with the sheer frenzy of the beats.

the progressive stylings veer from crystalline beauty to spine-crunching heaviness, the songs spiralling from ambient deep-space weirdness to full-on-berserk riffing.