Arduous when it comes to duration, but invigorating in that it expresses a considerable amount more than anticipated for those tagged both 'ambient' and 'drone'. Pulsations still purr and sustained synth-ahhs remain ripply, yet the bulk of these atmospheric offerings achieve immersion through cryptic bustling, sound-divergence, and principally, simply a willingness to ripen: see the abstractly-has-a-beat-isms of "I Exist in a Fog" and "Olympic Mess", the clamorous stomp of "Outerzone 2015" which simulates being forcibly sucked from the year in question, and maybe the most radical+creepy+personable, the intimately whispered mini-biography/obsession disclosure of "Strawberry Chapstick". Tru-2-lyfe quote from one-man experimentalist: "I am - well - I'm not really a musician. I don't make a living..playing music."
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