Maxipad Detention creeps in with a foreboding mélange of unknown origins, weaving atmospheric glitches, pops, and swells. After an extremely distorted vocal introduction about prostates, the disc segues into the party classic cut for the zombie set, "Tea Bagging for the Dead," a noisy, hip-hop-laden booty-shake tune, highlighted with barely intelligible chants imploring listeners to shake their asses. Don't think this is at all straightforward or formulaic; within that single track, tempos fluctuate wildly, and noisy distortion is thrown around like a kid with a handful of firecrackers. "Strawberry Phlegm Salad" finds the listener attacked with a drum so fast that the sound begins to resemble a square wave. Throw guttural rumblings (that may or may not be vocals) over the mix and give it a swelling backbeat. The result is a strangely listenable, possibly danceable song. The versatility and malleability of Von Schirach's sound comes out on the Southern swing/crunk meets deconstructed glitch noise of "Trick Snitch (Car Jacking Master)," a track that is as close to a party-banger as the album contains. Otto Von Schirach takes listeners through caverns of IDM, straight noise, breakcore, drum loops, and Dirty South booty jams, crafting a product that is dirty, dangerous, and fun as all hell.