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Field of Blackbirds flutters in on gritty soundwaves, but soon morphs into smoother strands of dronestrata, hovering and surging in resonance, beautiful without further adornment. The rippling chords of Displacement are stronger, warped by more pronounced fluctuations amid a steadily thrumming bed of churning energies. All dissipates toward the track's conclusion, shifting into other forms, like a forceful stream becoming mist. The casually strummed notes of Twin Earth (4:57) (okay, there's a bit of strumming) plow through a murky pool of reverb.
Dark discordant rumbles are met by buzzing strings in the mysterious realm of Lore, which proves to be an entrancingly subterranean soundworld. Softer and lighter, though still gloriously shapeless, Maja resounds with mutedly ringing tones and is delicately scraped by textural screeches of feedback. An abstract instrumental geography lesson studies the Pattern of Islands; this piece seems to explore negative space around which molten sonic liquids pulse and flow.
Floating with indeterminate weight, Dead Feather levitates over a steaming cauldron of dense/fuzzy, slowly flanging guitar drone. As with most pieces, a coursing sense of latent power is held within. Gentle strummings lead toward Sea Star (12:26) and are quickly buried by an overpowering swelter of impenetrable hurricane force. Glitchy textures and foghorn-like swells are briefly discernible in the vortex, which slowly fades to reveal the slow pluckings of the intro. Just after the nine-minute mark, 60 seconds of silence ensues, followed by a lovely little guitar interlude which, just when it gets going, is swallowed by a rather slurpy entity of unknown origins...
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