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Somewhere in-between the physical lushness of Christian Fennesz's static-haze & the isolated melancholy of William Basinski, this is a series of compositions that move in a glacial drift, decaying slightly w/ each desperate layer of processed guitar. Distortion & feedback are found weaving into one another creating blankets of shifting white noise, atop gaspingly beautiful melodies nearly lost in the distance. These starbursts of sound are confronted by moments of hauntingly barren tones that gnaw at you even after the song expires. 180 gram black vinyl, limited to 500.