
Perception Whore Cosmonaut From the sun baked streets of Los Angeles come one of the most seemingly bitter bands I've seen in a while. I guess it's not that uncommon for a place notorious for at least twice as much failure as success to breed such a tortured and pensive musical force. The visions invoked through the Geiger-esque biomechanical artwork of Designer Codes come to life throughout the album. It plays partly like a gothy Depeche Mode album that must have been destroyed in a fire before it [...]