This is madness, surely, but of a most beautiful kind. What's harsh doesn't hold back, but flowing beneath, around and through is processed beautiful of all varieties. There's rhythm, but no beats. There's melody, but no obvious structural plays. There's noise that has become music and music made of noise.

8 Tracks To Fulfill Your Post-Wishes, by Maxim Shubski recording as Ceckj is a brilliant work of DSP art. From the skipped record transformed by inter-dimensional radio of the opener, Expocos Free. Fr. to the finale of Seasummer, all mario blips carrying Hollywood movie strings and organ from the 50s through your mind, there's nothing but brain-exploding goodness between.

The ultra-slowed grit of Teddy, Your Honey molasses its way into coursing, crushed static subdued by clean clear bells in The Dirty Sun Is Gone And I Shall Never Kiss Your Filthy Lips Again. Swarming cuts edit out a masterpiece of a thousand clicks in Nigel Said It Was Monumental, I Really Hope It Is. Stars, A Tale And A Hug For Me takes you into the cross-modulated world between telephone wires and superstrings while casino meets astral circus in Corn Flakes by "Fruyth Co. Baby Foam."

This is Ceckj's debut CD, and is currently only available in hand-burned limited edition, so check with Maxim quickly if you want in on it. Someone should really pick this up and make it more widely available to the experimental music community around the globe.