In the short span of a few years, England's Portion Control have cast all others aside and become, once more, the preeminent electronic act by which all others are measured. With "Well-come" they showed an experimental flair no one would ever have suspected them of harboring. It was a well-timed return, 2004 had it's share of fine audio releases but none were quite as captivating, few showed such a wealth of styles and guises.They've topped themselves with "Filthy White Guy". Scant years into this new millennium, we finally have an album that sounds like it. Portion Control have cemented their reputation as legends once again, they have emerged from their laboratory with an album which demands total attention.The energy, dynamics, creativity and immediacy of this work does not waste any time getting right to the point. "High Visibility" thunders out first, paving the way for the abrasive grit of "Hardman" which leads directly into the high tech futurism of "Random Shift".The infamously thick analogue leads are in place, complimented by wave upon wave of complex programming and highly innovative synthesis. "Seven Shades of Shit", a mid-tempo groove exercise, contains some of their most plaintive lyrics yet heard "Blame them, it had to happen... is nothing sacred anymore?". This may finally shed some light on why this act are with us again. It's sheerly stupefying to listen to so many perfectly constructed tracks all gathered on one disc. I am literally almost at a loss for words - this album is so bloody addictive. "Hey Hey" is a deftly handled study in electro aggression, the detail is just astounding. "Sapphire" rips right into form, cresting only after you've run out of breath.There's little time to consider the ramifications of this tune as it is followed by a totally new approach for PC, the all-out declaration of aural war which is "Spread Needle". This one incorporates drum'n'bass, electro, noise and ambience best called what it is: chaos. They appear to be headed in a different direction, yet again, everyone. There's not a shred of pop formula nor is there any calculated attempt to cynically exploit their status. These guys simply want to kick your ass up and down the equalizer. It's quite clear that Portion Control plan on running up their flag a few more times before they retire. After hearing "Filthy White Guy", I have to ask myself, who is going to do it better than this? "Too Much Damage" ought to make any Nitzer Ebb fan happy as hell, and no, it's not a case of the Ebb influencing someone for a change. Definitely the other way 'round, I'd say.That we are now living in a time where legends like Portion Control are menacing the musical world via such an incredible album is inspiring to say the least. They are possessed by a singular vision and driven to excel beyond all others. In this reviewer's opinion John Whybrew and Dean Piavanni have no equals. Try to keep up.