Following my post of his "In Spite Of What They Say" EP, here's another chapter in the saga of this key figure of Miami's
80's mutant fringe. Dimthings' aesthetic is willfully cryptic and jerry-rigged and while his output may have it's patchy...er...patches, there's always something there to knock you sideways and fuck with your perceptions. Here, that knockout punch resides in the sidelong epic "Tranzformed", a scrappy but dizzying headlong rush into a zone where light-speed fusion moves careen into clusterfucks of clotted squelch, squashed and bitty Residential fringe rock, systemic tides of synthy flutter and clattery percussion workouts, all arranged in maximal head-scratch fashion. That the scattershot contents of side A scarcely live up to the dementia explored across "Tranzformed"'s 20 minutes is of little concern when confronted with this colossal slice of lunacy.
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