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Like a John Coltrane solo in the middle of a Brahms concerto, Test Dept. rip through conventional notions of music and video with the subtlety of an elephant in heat. Turning the notion of concrete soundtrack music inside out, these adventurous British industrialists pound, hammer, drill and yell their way into audio transcendence, accompanied here by as ugly, violent and unsettling a collection of visual images as you’d hope to find this side of a splatter-film.