After the odd, ecclectic and downright brilliant "Grey Fades To Green", Oscar Mulero has not been wasting time, and is back to the sewers with his second full length album in just a little over a year. As soon as the first moist drones of Dirt come in, you kind of already start to shape a bleak idea as to what the remainder of this double pack will sound like. Noise, rust, filth, dust and edgy static. Not for the faint hearted.Instead Widespread Of The Dirt clears any doubts as Oscar propels with a crispy, perforating slab of a stubborn synth stab, wall to wall reverbs and meticulous drum programming. The album has barely taken off, and we're already treated to a little masterpiece of dark, spanish techno. Sinister and elated, it's as sharp sound wise as it's unmistakably strikingly effective in the clubs.Introducing Error, slows the pace down, and is a vindictive crawler, with a tremendous bass line and an array of echoes respoding from the background. I wouldn't mind it being a little faster, but for those looking for a macabre head nodder while driving back home through a dark forest, this is your tune. It does the trick, but is a step behind the icy industrial assault of the previous one.Disinformation is a rugged off-beat burner. Rough and unpolished, its percussion erratically troddles as deep outbursts of acid erupt onto the surface and then vanish into the seemingly endless pool of darkness. There's a brief break halfway in, and the music kicks back in with even more menace. Notice how there are multiple parts during the track when this insane effect comes in, it sounds like the noise the Predator used to make while stalking his prey. Hear it? Around the four minute mark it's more prominent. What is that? An outer worldly effect, let me tell you, and Disinformation is packed with some truly mesmerizing tweaking and sound design.To Convince For The Untruth is back to dance floor devastation. Killer drones, a slightly off kilter drum pattern and crystaline, silent drops underneath. Atop, there are multiple layers of aggressive synths fighting for their spot in the track's five minutes and some change. As far as layering goes, this has got to be the best track on the album yet. It's dense, trippy and most important of all, absolutely ferocious and out there. If you thought Oscar Mulero forgot where he came from, and what got him here in the first place, you will be very pleased with this one.Intentionally False, just like Introducing Errors, tones things down a notch. More steady and creepy than abrasive and eruptive. Yet there are wicked cricket effects throughout, scope them out! Now, regardless of what you may think about it, mr. Mulero has obviously expanded his studio either exclusively for this album, or as early as the last one, but inly now did he fully grasp the potential of his new expansion packs. I mean, "Black Propaganda" has stunning effects scattered all over, and even a lesser track, like Intentionally False may be, still has so much intricacy and detail, that multiple listens through a good pair of speakers will demonstrate to be right. The humming bass line is instantly addictive, and those stacking drum sounds during the track's mid section, which then morph into background percussion elements, are a treat of their own.The next one, Inaccurated Information might be the album's peak. I don't, and cannot take credit for it, so I'll use my friend's description. He called it: "Oscar Mulero's Minus". The Minus part, of course, is a referral to Robert Hood's timeless track off "Internal Empire". That accurately conjures the images this one stirrs up. There really is no better way of putting it. If you want top quality minimal, yet simultaneously ferocity and modern production vaults, this is the tune to hunt down. Its pulsating hook, restrained beats and crazy hi hats might be an intentional nod to mr. Hood, but whether similarities are obvious or not, this is a charmful contribution to the mighty OM legacy. An absolute killer on the floor, you'll think you are inside a submarine, stuck twelve km below sea level, and Inaccurated Information is the only cry for help you have to emit. A completely scintillating piece of workFalse Statement is the most obvious 4x4 flesh shredder on the album. That doesn't make it less interesting, not in the least bit. The reverbs are cosmis, and ascend to a celestial climax as overlapping layers just keep stacking and stacking up before spiraling off into a vortex of complex sound design and bewildering techno energy. Phenomenal, the break will blow the crowd to kingdom come as they impatiently wait for the drums to finally roll back in. Devastating and perfectly timed.The album ends as it started, with a two minute exploration of beatless sonic structures, tonal outbursts and ululating wails. Even if you picked to listen to the album backwards, you'd still get the same impression after listening to Black Propaganda as you initially did listening to The Dirt.This is an all around irresistibly engulfing release. In just a little over forty minutes, Oscar Mulero covers all nuances of black. Yes, black. If you missed darkness on the last album, you are treated to an abbundance gloominess here. In fact, the entire album is encapsulated into an aura of dismalness and dreariness. Even the cover art, one of the finest in recent memory. is completely in black and grey contours. This album is a direct opposite of the last one, but they complement each other to perfection. This is brutal dance floor techno, that sounds as amazing on headphones as it would banged out through a pair of towering Function One speakers. Not only that, "Black Propaganda" is extremely well produced, and the sound pool we are offered, was eqauled by a few. Those of you who like it tough, but challenging and well thought out, make sure this is on your shelf. This could get a classic tag further on...