MC Dalek and beat master Oktopus unfurl a collection of dreamlike instrumentals, 10-ton remixes, and scarce gems from the last seven years. This is no odds "n" sods collection but rather an addendum to a body of work that already rests comfortably atop underground hip-hop"s proverbial heap. Over the ominous grind of metallic friction and industrial-strength beats, MC Dalek flows like silk on glass, foregoing all the usual hip-hop lyrical conventions for something darker, more textural, and infinitely memorable. "While many MCs are hacking up congestion labeled as "hip-hop", Newark"s mic fiend Dalek and producer Oktopus are the genre"s Robitussin: viscous, bracing, wary, and woozy" - Urb. "Too brutal to be hip-hop, too beat-oriented to be labeled rap-metal, and they use enough layered white noise to earn comparisons to My Bloody Valentine..." - Drowned In Sound.