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Absolutely sweltering in a cloud of murky chaos, Culumulus emits a clinging, clanging and thumping atmosphere, devolving into mutated musical tones which are even further distorted as they flow into a sonic stream which whisks away, leaving silence.
Circe swirls amidst a sound-dappled vortex from which hissing sheets emerge underneath not-quite-heavenly choir chords. A few fitful flute bursts are emitted here as well as distant movements from some apparently immense force and nearer scrapings, creating a place of fascinating apprehension.
Opening Parkin's Sarcophagus immediately releases a furious flurry, an eruptive cacophony of powerful energy beams and thunderous tones, which despite occasionally lulling, just keep coming in a relentless hellstorm. The word "awesome" could be applied here in both its original and modern contexts.
Less dramatic, though still darkly majestic, Mutability (10:29) resides in a bed of lushly pulsing drones and shimmers, accented by assorted noisier passages.
Arc arrives in another jetstream of sound, with everything rushing by so fast as to be an unidentifiably resonant blur. One can easily envision the vast, curving flow which grows stronger and more varied in its evolution through time and space.
Didge-like buzzings weave in and out of the hovering soundwaves of Erebus (5:04), as do sustained bursts and quieter drones.
Sifting, shifting sands blow across the Island of Dust's desolate terrain; adorned with occasional distant flutings, this is a more subdued realm of activity. Not so with Alluvium... amidst a bubbling torrent of lava lashed with spasmic outbursts, trickling alien pitters (of distortingly processed percussion, I assume) seem to probe like a thousand wriggling antennae. Everything switches to a roaring, chiming stream of molten sound, again visited by actively organic, and decidedly unnatural, presences. A brassy breeze interwoven with flute strands carries Spores along a relatively tranquil stretch, though menace can still be discerned between certain glowering chords. Wafting, waning and warping, various airy entities sweep and intermingle, to fade away from earshot.
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