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The plodding rhythmic thrum of a processed framedrum opens the disc as Groundrush (5:54) is joined by flutes, cellos, synths and more in exotic electronic expansions; jangling notes swirl above the intermingling neo-ethno instrumentation. Sweetly spooky atmospheres float behind Wasa, threaded with bassy blurts, mid-tempo beats of several varieties and just a dash of digital grunge to dirty it up a bit. Radio voices are submerged beneath Glue one's glimmering haze, where muffled flutations and sinuous e-bow hover above a bed of busy little e-beats.
A lazy evening under a glowing sunset is brought to mind by the flexible bass riffs and simmering strings of Red Guitar; warbling flutage and lightly pattering percussion stir the airwaves like a warm breeze.
Documentary-style spoken samples are stirred (repeatedly) into the metallically twanging notes of Is there any doubt in your mind?.
A dash of hip-hoppiness invigorates the cool, tranquil groove of
Mifune; hear the crooning glow of the vocoloop, the luxuriant writhing of the e-bow, and the whatever-they-do of the dynacordian and waveberim.
The enticingly shapeless backdrop of Miner receives intermittent applications of slowly thudding drums and softly sparkling chimes. Backed by a grittily churning synthdrone, layers of lively ethnic beats clatter close the disc with Fleetwood (2:02)
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