I’d forgotten that techno could be so, well, grim. In Organized Confuzion, no one’s fucking around here; even the sleaziness of the bounce sounds dead serious. No panty playtime for the Dirty Criminals! They’ve got their brows furrowed and their jaws firmly set. Fools are working, and hard. Like repetitive, determined techno? Grind your teeth away to this one, kids.