Companion cassingle to the Smokin’ 7 inch finds Ettinger out on his own, sans The Heat, but even without back-up he still brings it. “Bringin’ The Heat” is miasmic coast guard psych: searchlights lost in fog, a SWAT Team dream sequence, synth wah and tape hiss misting reflected against fuschia Oakleys. The code can’t be broken; pros before bros. The second cut, “Cancer,” goes full melancholic post-coke synth-pop, disembodied vocals layered as fade-to-black melody: “we did what we could & it wasn’t enough.” Content repeats on both sides to diminish flipping downtime. Pro-dubbed tapes in full-color J-cards. Edition of 125.