talics ours – this is rare ore. A freaked fusion vision, flowing cold city collectivist synths interlaid with executioner guitar, ambulance/TV samples, alley haze, and flashing sirens sax. Insane music for insane times. Its meanings are manifold: political (“a sweeping overview of the nothing-specific nature of humanity via the American legal system), metaphoric (“tongue-in-cheek turns to fist-in-air, and we realize that life imitates fiction less than fiction imitates life”), realistic (“at the time of recording none of us had ever seen an entire episode Law & Order).