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As far as you're already concerned, when Jenx — the cut-snake cunt who has rotted music to one note, broken the beak of the breakbeat, and taken the tanks off the streets and into the discos in the drug-drilled Chaos AD — gave the world his dutifully-defiled pastichey-parody of 2step sexiness on Red Hot Car (a single the Warp wags called "The Hit" amongst their own rank and file), well, he either scaled new heights of musical muckraking, or completely lost the plot he'd already been doing without. As far as you're concerned, whatever the fuck I'm going to say about this new Tom Jenkinson album ain't worth half a shake of salt, and all, given that you've already come to the logical conclusion that the 'pusher is either the real dope shit or a real dopey shit. So, then, either way, Go Plastic is a confirmation of all of your fears, an evocation of evidence to point to when you're telling the other cats in your sound-engineering course what it's really all about. The glassy-eyed micro-manic bass-'n'-breaks belligerence on show-offy tracks on this Squarepusher longplayer is either tellingly tired or terrifically tiring, with Jenx's wicked licks of brown-note boogie either spuriously slow in the foot or a swift kick to the collective ass of a collectively ass-kissing musical community.
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