After marinading in the archive for almost a decade, the half hour session is an epilogue of sorts to the Regression series, released across various formats and labels between 2009 -2012, and themed around Young’s highly identifiable shaping of screwy energies that place him on the continuum somewhere between Bernard Parmegiani’s concrète outliers and Rashad Becker’s wormlike ear-benders. This one has you covered for a full dose of Young at his most apocalyptic, creaming his machines to pure battery butter, secreting acrid flashbacks in a deviant style he’s pursued since the original 2009 ‘Regression’ sesh. For 30 minutes he chars flesh into a sort of subconscious netherworld of phantasmic and vinegary tones with a primordial feel resembling the earliest electronic music as much as the most blasted ends of his TripMetal styled forged with Wolf Eyes. In its painstaking, stygian flow and bezonked brand of hypnosis, the music is calm but deeply discomfiting in nature, expressing itself at a speed of slurred thought detached from waking reality but bringing to the surface a whole bunch of uncanny sensations. There really is nowt quite like it.