Track 2 is by Josh and a chum of his called Peter Becker. It starts with what could be Fiorella Terenzi's recordings of distant stellar emissions smothered by some hysterical Tomita sauce. An analogue synthesiser bubbles like squeak. Finely sliced guitars float in. And the drum machine glides on brittle wings, closely followed by a biomechanical helimoth.
Metal drops like rain.
And finally Track 3, by Charles Uzell Edwards, hisself. The hippy hippy shake. Raindrops like metal. Rusty guitars and a hedging bass trickle. Space gets big now.