The strangest thing about
Infected Mushroom is not their squirty, talismanic collages of electronics, nor their name which must've come up after a long night of dismissing the lyrical sparkle of Unhygienic Elastic or Corruptible Pencil -- no, the strangest thing about these Israelian dance nutjobs is that they're actually rather good. Restrained samples for those that care. Torrential arrangements for those that don't.
Amid Duvdevani and
Erez Aizen funnel the more traditional uplift of MDMA through their clearly unique background to offer ever-busy, often over-complicated psychedelic trance that sounds like an
Orb record demanding money for cleaning rain. High marks for constructing one of the few celebratory albums for the demented.