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Three short introductory pieces begin with a Cold Breeze (2:26) which ripples upward in a rather hissy murk of splendor to open this chilliest of Deep Chills. Liquid fibrillations are heard as Ice Crytals form, dripping and echoing into cavernous spaces. Similarly shaped Droplets resound before wavering synth fogs sweep into the forefront.
In a medium-sized piece, Harsh Reality rears its slightly ominous head to the tune of quivering low drones and densely packed reverberations which sound as if, instead of traversing the surface, we're tunneling beneath an icy expanse, which would explain why we arrive at... Isolated Depths, the first of two extended 25-minute-plus tracks. Long-form drones make for a more fully immersive experience, the low tones seeping into the whole environs, sporadically overtaken by spacey swoops and more (perhaps too many) echo effects (which tend to self-replicate something like two dozen times in each instance... like, bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop- bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop-bloop...
blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee-blee- blee-blee-blee-blee... if you get my drift...)
Less "active" perhaps than the previous track, but more inviting as such Ominous Stranger (29:54) subtly ripples and writhes with grumbling groans and mechanical overtones. The gentle-though-dark surroundings sometimes coalesce into something more immediate, and other times dissipate into less tangible forms. Patterns of static begins to slip in as the main theme disintigrates somewhat, shifting into other ruffling modes of icily electro-organic textures before vanishing entirely.
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