Everything is always unfolding in this soundworld. Arpeggiators are used for inexactitude only. Threads being pulled, questions being asked aloud. Pads are all you can trust, only the fog knows where the fog goes.
The deliberate stutter of the synths, as track one builds to its climax, as the metallic shuffling beneath the song starts to sound like a ship taking off, is like klaxon to the brain. We are clearly ready for takeoff, but where are we going in this machine called eUTOPIAN DRIFT?
Favorite track: MUSHROOM EATER.