You wake up in a fug, grab a cup of coffee, and slowly put on your clothes shortly before a guy hands you a safety helmet. This comes as little surprise since you walk outside to settle yourself into a prototype racecar built on an experimental jet engine. Throwing away the empty coffee cup, you twist the ignition, hear last night's Dead Can Dance tape finish off, and floor it -- the world behind the glass becomes a Kubrickian blur. And you now know what British-Canadian Deko-Ze was going for in this devastating, unnaturally accelerated mix. From Gregorian slumber to funky tribal house to robotic blitzkrieg to verbally abused trance, the only constant is a penchant for outright velocity. The real admiration here stems from how he keeps nudging the flow without falling into the clutches of hard house's more gonzo-stupid attributes and each and every time you're left in a daze of disinterest, he pounces on you with something harder, faster, and more threatening to everyday metronomes. A much healthier workaday stimulant, if nothing else. ~ Dean Carlson, All Music Guide