This album sounds as corny as the title and name of the artists; I suspect it’s an alias of Bass 305; suggest. The beats are generally mundane, but the main issue is the abundance of vocal samples; cliché DM (Records) catchphrases that litter almost every song like space dust.
The one exception is Nocturnal Emission, the vocals of which consist of nothing more than, sneakily enough, a girl or girls moaning in what sounds like sexual pleasure. That I don’t mind. The only other decent song is Woofer Wrecker; a techno party mix for said girls to dance to.
my rating : 2 of 5
1994