In 1998, this kind of downtempo, bassy, dubby techno was pretty ahead of its time: by now its pretty standard.
Everything is in molasses, bass sounds willing themselves into existence through rubber membranes, beats skittering into place like falling stars on inky seas, gated noise and noises wandering blackout hallways.
I don't know when you listen to this album. It evokes claustrophobia and oppression, only occasionally rising to tunefulness or anything that would make you move your body, other than to stroke your beard maybe. Admirable maybe, not anything I'll put on just about ever again 2.5/5
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