An implacable, trash-and-ready Son Of Sleng Teng - bleeping, buzzing, knocking, dripping, reverberating, unresolved in nine minutes - and a high-pressurized, quick-loading hyper-grub into star wars.The sleeve is de-bossed, with metallic ink, the tracks are exclusive to this single (and won't appear on Actress' new HJ album, out early Spring).