Now that we’re living in the shittiest version of cyberpunk, the neon lights and wraparound shades of the early 90s seem mighty appealing. This utterly forgotten (if anybody even noticed it the first time around) industrial metal classic comes courtesy of three Swiss precision engineers who took their countrymen Celtic Frost’s philosophy of “anything goes” (anytime, anywhere) to heart. Long songs about God and Whales, Suicide covers, a voice (Big Brother’s?) barking at you over computerized drums: this was the future, once.