It is almost drowned out by de drones, dough. Space chord drifts like slow snow. Loads of stones, maybe we're in a quarry. He's buggered off. BIG metal sky slides shut.
Monstrous locusts sharpen their rasps.
Dropping their steles, they line up in rows around a central place. They dance in preparation for flight. As a result I'm forced to review these CDs with just the music to guide me. Now, that might sound like a healthy approach, but I ended up wishing I knew something positive about this music or the people who made it. These three outfits contain varying permutations of the same team.