Labels: Inam
Review by: Alex Deller
Four doses of gently ominous conch-to-ear ebb and drone, rooted in fuzzy reality by occasional slow-moving drumbeats and lugubrious industrial death rattles. The landscape is vague and smudge-edged, hazy static crackles and barely-perceptible oscillations making it all too easy to lose oneself amongst monochromatic layers of sound that do not so much swaddle or comfort as close about you like the sap-oozing folds of some fleshy carnivorous plant.