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An obsure thrumming radiance is infiltrated by quiet everyday-sounding human activities as
welcome to skandinavien (5:28) readies for take-off; a multilingual stewardess voice make this apparent in her standard spiel. The large-scale droning undulations of deep listening ripple on several layers, adorned by various forms of unidentifiable electronic occurences, bassy thumps and eventually, a self-replicating female singing loop. Warm fuzzy emanations drift despite it being
another rainy day, though all is soon enough pelted with flanged/panning beats and softly sizzling fluids.
Weirdly twirling bleeps and a mechanical rhythm course through the steady hums and electronic whispers of trance-inducing input from origin. Human noise and other sounds are replaced by the fizzling streamers and robotically perky beatsystem of
a week in the black box; assorted industrialized outbursts are applied to the repetitive main motif. Blurred cymbals shift into
living on the borderlines (22:13) followed by unnaturally warbly birds, abruptly pitch-shifting tone-strands and hyper-echoey medicine-man chants which kaleidoscope into the distance. Cymbals patter into silence after 10 minutes; two minutes later, field recordings from the beach fade in, accompanied by a metallicly tapping syncopation. At the 18-minute mark, apparent silence until the track's end.
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