| "We Saw Orion" kicks off with Indian style chanting vocals and is joined by a deep booming sci-fi melody and a mega attacking beat line. Waves of crunchy fuzz lean over and prod the clouds of ambient tones, that are laying on the floor letting off gassy floating space melodies. From attacking crunch mayhem to smooth high altitude, it’s a mini journey. Cool. Welcome to The Isle of Wight. Wading through the orange water you create spiraling fizzes of rock pool audio, as dry airy pipes and tones begin to grow in stature and morph into a slowly building bassline. Joined by a tiny rattling drumbeat you can almost see yourself sitting aboard an APC rolling through the aftermath of World War III.?Heavy with atmosphere, creepy vocals and a slight element of foreboding, this is pure imagination food. Be sure to keep the guns manned as something just moved in the distance. A one way ticket to Neptune. Recommended. "Can't Breathe" pours glass and barrels of pure glitch from above and then unleashes the bass melody. Thumping from all corners the endless audio convoy of cracking tones, electronic duck quacks and uranium rich melodies keeps it in check, and you just have enough time to take a photo. Think Plaid blended with Quinoline yellow, its a style all of its own. Mesmerising. Small pebbles of power drops and ricochet off the platinum dome which is holding "In Tangents" secure. Use the side entrance and prepare to be engulfed the computerised by the air fuelled, spiral rich soundtrack to tomorrow. Imagine a grown up child’s melody plodding its way through deepest space, add a bunch of newly born stars and the syrup from the marzipan mines on Mars, and you will have this. References have no use. "Poltype" lays down another slab of uniqueness. Excellent. Massive beacons ring out across the landscape, but the sound chips have almost dried up, luckily a fresh batch of synthetic rain drops from the manmade clouds and brings us all to life, its "Last Flight Sonic (Edit)" time. A syrupy alarm rings out a thumping melody as slices of parallax fizz bounce from all corners of the compass and organisms crawl all over your body infecting you with the repeat venom. Slowing down, and then bursting into life, the fuzzy whip bell tune drops it down killer style, its all good. Just check it. If you can, imagine how cool the sequel to B12's Soundtrack of Space would be, Fisk has created that excellence within these six tracks, but added a whole new level of audioskillness. Treat your ears to this beauty, or they will begin to cry. Trust me. Recommended. – Tesselate |
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