In a room of broken disco balls, ISO12 and Racula smash neon coloured shards of beats and quiet whispered vocals. They are motor-cross space cyclists, their sound metalic, robotic, like spray painted scatter patterns of analog synths. Moroder rythms live in a decaying ex-Victorian town, the music is modern, the music is primitive, the music is murda! ltd 21 copies. nz$15((($20 with postage anywhere in the world, rootdonlonieforcash (at) hotmail (dot) com))))
