Nyoukis, Dylan / Seymour Glass

***Churning and honking like a couple of white apes in a suntan lotion sento, Nyoukis (Blood Stereo, Decaer Pinga, Chocolate Monk) and Glass (Bren’t Lewiis, Glands of External Secretion, Bananafish) bromance the mud for a solid uninterrupted hour. While they manipulate field recordings, befoul sound effects, loot audio thrift store cassettes, violate the public domain, and contaminate domestic objects, Auntie Pearl clinks and coughs and laughs and listens to Led Zeppelin. Duncan Harrison tries to teach Ms. Elkka how to ollie in a Hastings train station after a day getting pissed with Steve Underwood, because life skills. It’s just a good long wallow in ghostly moon flatch, something you look like you could use right about now. Allow the duo’s ballet-dancing electronic bendables to pirhouette and plié through your skull. A little equilibrium-challenged DNA, splatters of tube-squeezed murk, and descending plasmatic crud are the universal pick-me-up. If not yourself, do it for the plague babies.