Brutal electronics, mechanized heaviness and clanking chaos erupt together into a stew of scrap-heap savagery on Delusional Disorder. Kind of a catch-all collection of odds and ends from Japanese industrialist Linekraft, but just as soul-battering as anything else I've picked up from this outfit. As with the previous releases on Malignant/Black Plagve and Nil By Mouth, this stuff sounds much larger than the product of a one man band, but it's just Masahiko Okubo behind this grim, apocalyptic racket, smashing metal together into skull-splitting factory-floor rhythms and carving out torturously slow, doom laden scrap-metal rumblings that act as the foundation for these six scathing noisescapes. Okubo's work with Linekraft gets closer than anyone to channeling the pulverizing power of classic Dissecting Table, but does so with his own unique, highly aggressive approach and heavily layered recording aesthetic.

     Most of this disc prominently features his clanking, corroded metallic rhythms, hammered scrap echoing beneath blasts of mangled electronic noise, and where murky recordings of weird off-key singing fight for space alongside terrifying metallic shrieks. Squealing, demented synthesizers writhe in the depths of the mix, struggling to escape the suffocating fog of low-end rumble and distorted skree. Thick veins of pulsating electricity course though sprawls of noxious ambient drift, while large objects tumble and fall endlessly in the background, evoking the abandoned asylum halls and empty institutional beds pictured on the album art. Occasionally, something resembling an actual drumbeat will appear, though buried even deeper in the mix, a vague shambling rhythm lurking underneath the crushing, churning noise.

     As with pretty much everything else I've picked up from Linekraft, this is a violent, psychedelic industrial assault, occasionally slipping into a kind of fractured, looping rhythm that brings an element of musicality to parts of the album. Mostly though, this is pure deafening chaos strewn across the charred and smoking wasteland of Linekraft's dystopian nightmare realm, reminiscent of both K2's scrapyard cacophonies and the sludgy, pulverizing death-industrial nihilism of Ichiro Tsuji�s work with the aforementioned Dissecting Table. Heavy. Comes in a hinged metal box with a molded interior, with minimal track information and liner notes printed on the inside of the lid, and issued in a limited run of two hundred copies.