Truly ungraspable ambient. Piano notes form the backbone, but the body is echoes skinned in unknowable drones. While the likes of Gas's Pop use repetition to create an object, and the likes of Music for Airports use rests to create time, this manages to be even more otherworldly, never quite coalescing into familiar patterns, never quite allowing reality to impose form, a sunfish made of smoke, evoking unnerving moods obliquely.
Those who prefer something more accessible (but still listen to ambient, a small population) will probably wish that this was a bit more interested in making their acquaintance, and its not exactly relaxing enough to welcome into your subconscious on any everyday basis, but you have to admire its rogue dedication to its own nature 3.5/5
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