An album in three parts. The first three tracks elaborate on the style introduced in Ghost Sickness, with "Thaxted" in particular being a deconstruction of the percussion and filtered white noise of that album's "Midwinter Isle". The title track, which uses a processed sample of David Foster Wallace reading his "A Radically Condensed History of Postindustrial Life", is built around two triadic arpeggio ostinati, one played at 40bpm and the other at 40.5bpm. These ostinati are joined by timestretched duplicates that become increasingly independent in rhythm and pitch, giving the piece the form of diatonic arpeggiation blossoming into a microtonal cloud. "Vom Strande", titled after (the Brahms setting of) Eichendorff's poem, is built from heavily-processed samples of Ockeghem's Missa Cuiusvis Toni.
What more can you say after reading the abhorrent bio of this album that tells the vision behind it? This is the black vomit of Tchornobog: abyssal violation of your senses and pineal gland and you are not the same person after encountering this multidimensional god. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡
like slicing my neck, slitting my wrists, and blowing my brains out, all at the same time, hoping my sacrifice is fractionally worthy in respect to the immense sound that just pulverized my entire being & beyond timlincj