Tep Equivalent Petrole

Northern France's TEP sounds like a mutant mad dog escaped from Dr Moreau's island. The youngster drops cluster bombs that will damage dancers legs for decades. Ok this is a bad joke, but still, that's a good description of this weird ricochet breakcore polka funk that could make you think of Otto Von Schirac selling bad pills to Bogdan Raczynski during a french free party. A totally organized electronic mess that remains suitable for domestic or dancefloor use. Batteries are included.