Donna Killington produces a mechanical, loping brand of musique concrete. Her cut-and-pasted sonic babble comes across like a medicated elephant in heat, yet it retains a poppy musicality. Perhaps by default rather than by design, Donna Killington makes the junkyard sing.
Donna Killington prefers oxide shreds to auto tune. Micro cassette? Oh yes. Answering machine? Yes. It's 4 track techno. The sound of walking through leaves amplified until all that's left is a headache, and you asked for it.