There are no credits as to who actually makes up this “group” called The Acid. Were the names withheld to protect the innocent? What you’ve got here is a vocalist who sounds either very tired, very listless, very dreary or simply apathetic as he drones on while surrounded by tapes and loops (“Fame”) electronic percussion “Creeper”) and keyboards (“Veda”). Some acoustic guitar freshens up the atmosphere on “Basic Instinct” the the Roger Waters mood of depression returns on “RA”. A definite party ender.
Infectious Records