Rudy Ratzinger's :wumpscut: is both the dictionary definition and the Platonic ideal of 1990s Industrial. His music is the bridge between the sounds of Front Line Assembly and the tech-noise of artists on Ant-Zen. He throws scrap metal EBM beats into keyboard dissonance that spews like lava. Rhythms run a straight line through dark, claustrophobic tunnels of circus melody parodies, seismically unstable pads and droning noise. Though :W: is rarely very complex, his tracks top you with their intensity; they are unrelentingly violent and push you to your pain threshold. As they pull you deeper and deeper into their unique horrors, Ratzinger's commanding voice rises up and screams of death and despair, but you cannot tell if he is cackling with amusement or shrieking in terror.