Industrial in aesthetic, but grindcore in ethos and composition: 60 minutes of runtime comprised of nearly a hundred micro-scenes, all moving at such a breakneck speed that if your attention drifts for even a moment, you'll be missing all its heaviest riffs and nastiest fills.

Altogether more spankings than were ever necessary

This is what it's like to play an M Rated PS2 game with your parents in the other room hearing only the dialogue

I was not ready to see "In Memory of Ryuichi Sakamoto" at the end of a movie.