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It's all too often that a double-disc release can be just a bunch of the same. If you happen to like whatever it is a 2-discer is offering ad nauseam, then you're in good shape. But sometimes you just sit there waiting for it to go somewhere while it stays busy going nowhere. But occasionally, once in a blue moon, a CD has you hanging, wondering where it's going next. And there are two divergent (and not) directions this set goes, with a "Night" disc and a "Day" disc, each with its own personality but each definitely sounding like the product of a DJ dubbed Hell. This is dark, gritty stuff. The sleek, technologic, minimalist throb of the "Night" disc is a piercing, grim acid trip gone bad gone good. It's a focused, penetrating psyborg thrust into your center, an opening of metaphysical grid inside your Self. You'll walk away from this changed, a cyborg in mind and spirit, if not in body, but somehow more alive for all that. Then there's the "Day" disc, which, according to "Teufelswerk's" accompanying press materials, is far afield from DJ Hell's traditional material (I shall flog myself for including the word "traditional" in a review of a DJ Hell release). However, while I was expecting some bright dawn to counter "Night's" bleak eclipse, what I got was sunrise through nuclear smog, the morning growing across a post-apoc landscape. Grim, midtempo eclecticism offers a sobering addiction to the electronica disciple seeking something deeper than what DJ Whoever can cough up behind a turntable. A singular, sci-fi blistering of your expectations, a cyber razor of unholy love - that's what your selling your soul for when you crank this up. It's totally worth it. -- review by Kristofer Upjohn
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