What is all this repetition and nonsense? Yet more art school representations of modems connecting? The pixilated sounds of the e-niverse? What is Kit Clayton's deal? Why should we care about this disc with its ironically self- aggrandizing title? Well, I care because Kit Clayton (along with Danny Zelonky) makes the most tempting of West Coast electronica-– enough to make you all forget about the Hardkiss brothers and all that desert rave "I'm a shaman, me!" tomfoolery.

Yup, instead of tweaked breaks ripped from Josh Wink, Clayton's mini- album turns from Berlin- style process dub through to old Chicago jack tracks. "VHS" grooves along like a light- yet- filling DJ Pierre wildpitch joint-– a tumbleweed bassline rolling a bleep- strewn Venusian desert. Similarly, "A Choice of Words" grapples the existential problems that Damon Wild has been pondering and, like Wild, Clayton has decided that in order to answer such questions, you've got to get spikey, acidic, and thoroughly pumped up on synthetic pharmaceuticals.

Though these downtempo, more abstract tracks are constructed for a chilled experience, Clayton doesn't neglect to at least imply a slapback groove. Thus, "M-Shape" derives its funk from Basic Channel echoes and a sneakily concealed nastee bassline. "A Lack of Calibration" recalls the patch cord wizardry of label mate David Kristian, but instead of keeping the flow calm and contemplative, Clayton embellishes the problem with irks and tugs with a rather snazzy demeanor.

Repetition and Nonsense, eh, Kit, disingenuous darling, you? Now go back inside make a full length disc!

-Paul Cooper