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Warmly buzzing guitar-spawned fluids swirl around blicks, spiked with gritty occurences and semi-rhythmic pulsations, some of which growl like a distantly raging locomotive. Those enigmatic atmospheres flow into the quieter regions of chpst:k (4:30); an isolationist's dream, these faint waves of feedback billow and sometimes squawl obliquely across a panoramic-though-sparesely-populated soundscene of indefinable activities. Those hushed sonic molecules become spydel (10:39), a mutedly thrumming zone which abruptly cuts off, leaving only the most minute traces. Eventually a cyclic pattern emerges, like a tiny metallic jackhammer, which is swept into...
...the ringing gasclouds of wirm, which rises, falls, expands and contracts, combining roughness and smoothness like a sand-carrying wind. Seemingly alive with organic lifeforms of alien nature, crain develops a bit of bass and beat to propel its amorphous evolution. Screeching gleams fade into
isochemic, though this closing piece shifts to a flat expanse of foggy resonance which dissolves slowly into nothingness.
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