A long-time-in-the-post reissue of the sole album by Aussie three piece, Negative Reaction, and one of the foundational texts of industrial music. The parallels with Throbbing Gristle are uncanny, aesthetics and sonics in near-perfect alignment, sharing that same wreckers of civilisation, dystopian nihilism we all know and can't help crave. I've heard it said, in fact, that Negative Reaction are what TG might have been sans Genesis, which you can take whichever way you choose, for better or worse... Nonetheless, for all their grey-scale apocalysms, there's a strange hope enscribed in much of these 40 minutes, something not often seen amidst the provocative transgressions that characterise large portions of industrial and noise music. The poetic intonations of Mick Kingham are as moving as they are foreboding, finding that which so many people miss in Ballard's writing - his humanity. A truly essential part of the puzzle that consistutes Australia's hidden reverse, and kind of silently monumental in a way that, as great as they are, Severed Heads, SPK, Terse Tapes et al aren't, its own granite Uluru.