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Backed by a speedy, fairly contemporary beat, a bright Blue Hemisphere drones with a steady stream of warmly swirling clouds. The short Prussian lives in a wafting, beatless haze which is laced with almost-identifiable string section strums. From sporadic, muffled beats Cerulean emanates as a rhythmic industrial-strength roar whose hovering waves of density are powered by an inner pulse.
Similarly, Eden's Plains exists within a thrumming energy field which slowly shifts around a central core, and is blown by slight winds. A brief shimmer, Forgiven (0:59) echoes then disappears. Hushed spoken samples open
Imagine; the track then slides into a zone of sweet/sad musical abstraction with vocal strands slipping between looping sound ephemera.
Traveling through the Red Hemisphere is like a trainride through the twilight zone, accompanied by pulsating tones and a clattering pattern. The piece becomes more amorphous, billowing at its close. Slow piano-like notes resonate and hang in the mist of The Last Gladding Tide through which twists a dark, spiraling drone.
A lovely radiance oozes and spurts from Sienna, which seems to mechanically throb deep inside. Occasional ruffled bleats slip past in the glow.
From This Point... (11:25), we enter an extended electronic fogbank. Faint sound and cycles reveal themselves, including a machine-like, rhythmic entity which becomes downright drummy, flailing away at the shadows. For ten minutes, Alizarin rumbles and groans with more power than its predecessors. From this whorling mass we hear a host of transmuted sounds, like a blurry vocal loop, electric guitar feedback, plenty of sizzle, and other sources too altered to name. Winter Shields glimmers in an aura of its own making; releasing warmth, brightness and intermittent blips of itself, the track seems a suitable point to bid a fond farewell.
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