Less a dance track and more an aural collage of top secret and classified sounds, I find myself broadly in agreement with what my original notes said after first hearing Toxality. It lacks the danceability of Andrew Lagowski’s Storms from the previous summer, but such is his skill at sonic world building that this mix of industrial-technological environmental overload - such as the persistent siren-like call hold signal or the recurring, ominous bubble of conveyor-belts - with Area 51 infused paranoia would have been compelling enough to have secured Toxality a place on the metaphorical mixtape. It’s typical of Peel though to have plumped for the spikier pleasures of Toxality ahead of the slightly, but only just, more melodic tracks it shared space with on the Toxality/Time/Formant EP.
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