Review: Unrelenting and unrepentant, the EP bristles with seething energy between the stressed squeal and cloven hoof of ‘Don’t Belong’ and the needle-fanged EBM bite of ‘Cruising’ up top, before rinsing out the skull-swilling 142bpm acid of ‘IQ 303’ and ‘Enemies’ to make us feel like we’re 17 again, on our first gary, and chewing the speaker stacks at a small town rave.