Monday, November 1, 2010
The album restlessly moves from form to form, as clouds of darkened ambience and haze-filled drone coalesce and flow past eyes malfunctioning from weariness. A strange duality occurs as emotive triggers echo memories in your inner vision. Time itself is altered, seemingly rushing past at one moment, only to slow down to a terrifying crawl the next. Thoughts enter the abstract, as previously difficult to grasp ideals and ideological constructs become crystal-clear for a brief moment in time. The psyche becomes, as it will from time to time, a ship lost in the endless waters of the subconscious, or a lone radio receiver, desperately seeking any transmission that should make sense or provide some measure of comfort...