So you probably already fidget fondly for this prolific Scottish harsh-art trash vandal by now, who has been in semi-hibernation for a spell of years aside from one freak incident manifesting in a split tape with Bollock Swine.
well, the toxic psychedelic junk burn-pit that is Kylie Minoise is roused for further hooliganism, beginning with this 3” disc that beams a seventeen-and-a-half-minute stand-alone: Cosmic Rock Hustle. What in the fuck is he bringing us this time? delirious 80s Chinese children’s program sampling manhandled & frayed against distorted bass/guitar loops, rapidly disintegrating into brash analog gouging, static interruptus & flustered cross-cutting distress signals, unrecognisable mechanics, alien control room soundscaping from shelved Soviet b-movie obscura eventually seguing into hallucinogenic horror & distortion marshland with disinterred & garbled dance beats leaking through hazardous swaddling on the cusp of collapse. the shifts in sonics, formation & scene are significant, & the adaption/adoption/induction – as one transforms into another – is clearly an entire process in itself, along with the rummage-sale of accosted curios accompanying these evocations & mutations (often simply too mangled to identify). dishevelled harsh dross aside, this guys’ influences, approach & materials are weird, droll, funny, & badly muddled together, without clear reference, signalling or context. bewildering & unnerving (by conscious intention no doubt), the beast lurches on through unexplained esoteric rich-pickings ripped from the junkyards that time forgot, off-guard surprises & sudden ruptures, bad trip trance, feverish altered states, & disorder & incohesion in rarefied harsh & psychedelic scrap junk …. very pleasing to have the ol’ nut back no!?
Kovorox Sound, 2026