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The packaging is, appropriately, scrawled on some distressed surface, and in their native hand anyway, so I've had to resort to listing the pieces by number... names aren't necessary when the recordings are this vividly morose.
While the blanketing gray drone of 1 has all the hallmarks of being "foreboding" (i.e; indefinite sources, echoing shuffles, deep murky soundstreams, among other isolationist tendencies), I find it quite inviting... like floating in a softly swirling, if not somewhat spooky, embryonic suspension (actually, most of the disc's 54.5 minutes give me the same effect). Faintly brassy musical remnants are heard inside the surging filaments of bass and resonance which wind their way through the bleak loveliness of 2.
The dense reverberations of 3 are pierced by shrill tangles, muffled thumps, wavering feedback, watery blips and bloops... more actively "noise" oriented, though still generally subdued.
Sonorously glowering double bass tones crawl through 4, leaving a slugtrail of symphonic gloom. A drifting collection of scenes, 5 is yet another example of EA's knack for intriguingly obtuse arrangements.
Grittily ruffling textures are soaked in a tonal oscillation which fades with a naturalistic sense of decay as 6 (9:59) thrums with electric energy and spacy little warbles; a prolonged silence closes the piece. Like big trouble brewing, ghostly thunder stirs beneath 7 (5:33), while just a hint of musicality floats in the breezes of the impending end.
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