It's nearly two years since Macker’s first and last dispatch, a pair of none-more-brooding, shockingly minimal 808-driven dreadnoughts released on a no-fuss, barely-any-info black label, so well-realised and delivered with such brusque badman authority that some commentators surmised they must’ve been built by Loefah on the downlow (they weren't). Well the iceman cometh again, finally, with a fresh brace of grievously honed grim reapers, once again taking early dubstep worries as his point of departure. It’s that specific matrix of rhythm/mood that Youngsta in particular was a magnet for, before the music properly blew up and got codified and all too quickly mutated into more jump-up or housier or whatever other strains… a fwd momentum that was unstoppable and exciting at the time but left a LOT of unfinished business. Macker’s tense, tunnelistic epics essentially dust down and elaborate on that prematurely abandoned but to this day unfuckwithable blueprint, doubling down on the vibe of red-eyed ultra-alienation and stretching it all out on to a broader canvas, coloured with the avant/industrial unease of Vainio, Muslimgauze, Scorn ++. Stone killer.