The second release on Andras’ tongue-twisting label Punp Records. Corn opens with a minute of hard-panned stereo banjo; a deep bassline close on it’s boots. Dust* strikes a more sombre note – the distant bleep of a doof lost in a cloud of red dirt and radioactive fallout. Rave whistles or Geiger counter clicks? Seal the doors and take a Landcruiser tempo tour of a contaminated atomic test site. High fructose samples from the frozen food isle. Hot-music that’s still cold in the middle.