If a computer turned rogue, put aside its assigned functions and instead decided to write music, it might sound something like The Final Synthetic. Dexter Banks manages to capture the clinical beat, the hypnotic nature and the rising intensity of just such a scenario. The manic laughter also does little to convince you otherwise.
Where this music fits in to the musical canon is a joyous puzzle, dance floor filler for a futuristic club night, a video game score or film soundtrack, who knows, but then why does everything have to fit into perfect little boxes with their clearly marked labels? And for all its outsider nature the music is infectious, compelling and even a little bit frightening but then things need shaking up every once in a while.