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Intermittent vocal disintigrations wander in and out of Greif's Room with Voice (6:30), which is scattered with odd rhythmic effects and arbitrarily arranged electronics. Undeniably eerie, Breather stalks a world of creepy ringing tones and mist-like swirls through which the wails of some poor tortured soul soar Doppler-style. (If it's too frightening to listen to, then scare the neighbor kids at Hallowe'en with this one!)
3 Become One when Greif reappropriates and reprocesses previous recordings. (I detect at least one Delerium track from Karma). Definitely the most upbeat piece, the result is a rhythmically translucent layering of altered sounds from which cymbal beats, female wails and buzzing bolts are emitted. Enigmatically entitled No, I Swear... Look at My Tongue (11:58) takes an enormous bite of otherworldy atmospherics and washes it down with streams of digital manipulations. Particularly spacey sounds emanate through the densely coalescing fog, which grows stronger and louder.
A dark convergence of jungle dub and some sci-fi soundtrack, You Can Come Down surges with electron haze and spacey warbles which are backed by steadily thumping ethno-drumming and a continually muttered intonation. Engulfed by cyclical loops of sound and radiating waves of electrodistortions, The Fortunate Slave resides in a spookily freakish, somewhat Middle-Eastern soundworld. Small cries emerge, as do odd, processed vocal snippets, wrapped in a hazily swirling cloak of sonic vapor.
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