With two ten minute slabs of abstract sound—sometimes beatless, sometimes with percussion fighting its way through the din—slapped on two sides of an LP, the closest analogue that comes to mind is Demdike Stare. Side A opens with prickly breezes that coalesce into a heaving fuzz bassline, nudged along by flitting Autonomic percussion and ugly, corroded kicks. Things eventually settle into a wave of frigid ambience, stalactites dripping as a see-sawing Reese bassline seems to form itself from thin air. Side B rumbles to a start in what sounds like a boiler room, a strangled synth scattering from the path of vicious snares. That brief respite of melody ends with the flick of a light switch, eaten up into the recurring nightmarish atmospheres of the first side and finally coming to a halt as wrecked chords toll a death knell. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.