Would you drop in on a rave where you ran the risk of being fried by a shot of skyfire juice? Do you want 50k volts of pure white energy shot through you like an express train to Shinjuku, coursing through the soft, jiggly mold that is the organ bank of your body cavity, delivered express from the local municipal power grid? I mean, OSHA violations aside, would you take the chance? For Galen Tipton, aka Recovery Girl, the answer is conspicuously clear from the album art of her EP Nausea Rave. Plug her in and let her ride the lightning! Evidently a by-product of her effort to produce a full LP for the Recovery Girl project, Nausea Rave is a gooey and galvanized, punk-infused exhibition of breakbeat soul and fluid, self-reorganizing digital-pulp that is as fretfully human as a first kiss and as coolly programmatic as a machine arm soldering hardware components in a dark factory, steered only by infrared sensors. The fleshwheel platter of your grey, goopy h(e)a(r)d drive will no doubt be spinning once the needle drops on explosive sequences like the hard-bodied, drum and bass pucker up and blow out of "Gasoline," the wryly smitten, flicker and flirt flare-up in collaboration with Diana Starshine suitably dubbed "Spark It Up," the digi-hardcore smoke and smolder Lazarus-beat spin-out "Revenant," the acid-washed shooting gallery of "Smoke Mid No Gas," and the witchy, jungle-brush shaded, warp-zone farewell of "Ghost 2 Me." Nausea Rave has enough of Thor's tequila in the ballast to defibrillate an autonomic two-step out of a partially embalmed cadaver- there is no telling what havoc prolonged exposure could inflict on a healthy human subject, but I doubt any of us will be grousing about our test-subject status as long as the beats keep poppin'- yours truly, least of all.
