Tears of Pearls, HEALTH.

Forget the defecating of golden eggs; LA peddlers of a woozy sludge HEALTH can seemingly secrete Tears of pearls on demand. This one, penned for Rockstar Games' Max Payne 3, is an urgent, unintelligibly slurred throb of a thing that trickles rather than thunders from the same reddened and raw ducts from whence came the likes of Die Slow and Death+. Can now but hope for a track a day to keep the obsessive at bay...

Rockstar Games' Soundcloud (never even so much as envisaged that phrase featuring here...).