Now, I’ve always been partial to what I’ve heard by the Sutek Conspiracy, and I have a feeling that this ten-minute oeuvre from the Ed Walters stable may well mark the point at which they perished. Something of a shame really, but at least they managed to go out with one hell of a bang. The deal is a simple one: imagine Orchid playing Iron Maiden songs. I sense a large number of noses being turned up at that statement, but more fool you if yours is one of them, because in these ten minutes the Conspiracy will rattle your brainbox more than any routine Pg99 clone. The songs have the loose, organic feel of something that isn’t pedantically regimented, coupled with neat melodic twiddles and a hell-bent, screamed intensity that might lose its frantic impetus if things were stretched out with keyboard interludes or bothersome guitar solos. All the unnecessary chaff is whittled away, leaving what’s left to be channelled into blazing minute-and-a-half-long nuggets of ferocious goodness. You might be torn between musical Valhalla and words about how both the scene and the world are fucked, or confused as to whether you should be throwing fingerpoints or devil hands, but the one thing to be sure about in all of this is that this ugly mutant rocks, and it rocks hard.
