A slinking and sleazy minimal industrial stomp drives this new missive from Tanz Ohne Musik, one of the few releases outside of their own Red Cavity imprint. A sensual hum of throbbing rhythmic meditation, Babes Of The Abyss combs whispered deadpan, spaghetti western heatstroke, and after-hours dance floor exodus into a hazy, smoky convergence of Neubauten, Conrad Schnitzler, and Factrix.