In a time of tech step transition, what I wanted to hear from Matrix — brother of Optical, homey of Ed Rush — was not this. The drums are excellent, they are all original — no loops here. There aren’t even any 808- or 909-based drum sounds, you can almost imagine a methed-out drummer banging the snares. The bass lines are deep and gurgling, and the ambiance is of a dark nature. However, the days of the ol’ synthetic bang tap groan aren’t here. The heavy, gut wrenching basslines that make you scream mercy are lacking, and the overall variety of song structure is incredibly boring. Sorry Matrix, I was really looking forward to plugging your album, but for the $22.00, I say buyer, look on.