Review by Tyler Haddow 12/18/11

Some of the furthest out-there improvisation you’ll find. Barren, organic. This album is filled with desperate, panicked, and bizarre sounds; yet, somehow, it seems almost entirely devoid of human feeling. These ambitious nihilists took it upon themselves to PROVE-- by way of sound-- the radical emptiness of... everything. There is no “whole” (album, song, melody, etc.); there are only series of musical moments. The vocalist’s pipes are rich and grandiose at points, which makes it all the more unnerving. Recommended if you have a principled contempt for existence. No FCC’s. Track reviews on the inside.

Asterisks indicate recommended tracks.

1. (6:09) Pained moaning and other creepy mouth noises develop alongside tribal percussion. Flutes enter in last two minutes.
2. (7:03) Fragmented and panicky (sometimes operatic) vocals. Dark, desperate.
3. (9:18) Lots of short sections, all different. Sharp flute squeals; mouth experiments; minimalist moaning; more mouth experiments.
4. ***(7:38) More absurdity. Develops into disjointed melodic vocal/flute interplay.
5. (4:02) Rough, nasally squealing with some delightfully odd percussion.
6. (4:23) More melodic. Actually takes a concrete form toward the end.
7. ***(3:47) Sedated moaning erupts into vocal insanity.
8. (4:56) A fitting end. Crazed gasping/snorting and flute squeals.