Videotape is his vinyl debut, and lays out the agenda with stark, menacing clarity. The title track is a pummeling ascent of chugging drum machines, flatliner synth electricities and strobe light sequencer details-a digital blood rush to the head one can (almost) dance to. "Conditioning Trench" rides a buzzing, dystopian bass-pulse strafed with vintage Roland claps, while a paranoid synth melody runs through a dubbed-out void into an exquisite vanishing point. Shadows of Sand well District-ish negative techno flash forth here and there, but it's refracted through a rawer, more physical post-noise basement worldview.