Armpit

Revolving feverishly around their own dark-matter, escaping Armpits unbelievable gravitational pull borders on the mathematically-impossible. Utterly impenetrable 'songs' coupled to unfathomable blankness (sometimes I swear they've packed up and gone home!), makes 'Butta Daze' one of the most fearfully disorienting, supremely damaged, and seriously beautiful recordings ever allowed out into daylight. Imagine your frontal lobe being sandwiched between two pink mattresses, and then subjected to the entire Gate discography, backwards, on 16rpm. Yep... Its THAT good!