Holy fucking mother of Kazan, what in the great creeping shit is this!?
The cover art screams of an upset boomer wanted to piss off the “normies” by uploading a baiting profile pic. The messages in both the pink triangle whiphand and the slogan printed onto the COVID mask might be subversive and purposefully contradictory in that good ol’ Di6 way, but this cover selection proves that Douglas is definitely losing his subtly when it comes to such imagery. File under: Old man shouts at cloud. (I mean, you could always argue that a totenkopf is not a subtle image, but its use has always been ambiguous, or supposedly so.)
Anyway – onto Nada-Ized. I can imagine the conversation over a few too many beers (or glasses of red wine in Douglas’ case). “H-what iff…. hic like, someone djid a remischs, of like hic aul the new Death In Joon shtuff, but like hic, in the shtyle of Nada! Becosss hic, everyone loves Nada, right?” Unfortunately, this thing sounds like you ordered a copy of Nada! off of Wish.com for 99p.
The idea is fantastic, but the execution is mortifying. To actually make these acoustic ditties sound like Nada! one need a bunch of analogue synthesizers, drum machines, and possibly a reel to reel tape machine – and, this is the stinger – you’d fucking need Tony Wakeford.