The void is quickly filled by the dissected, unintelligible voice of Jarboe. As diced as her vocals are, one still can still sense the impressiveness of her creepy larynx. Later, during the track's chaotic peak, all of these elements blend together as Jarboe's voice is reduced to one raw, guttural note, which is repeated until it sounds like a field of burning locusts. The shorter second remix is a less complex but equally compelling ambient piece. All of these are patiently brought out to create a pleasant, welcome lull.
Third number returns to the length and recklessness of the opening track.
There's more rambunctious percussion, but this time it's given center stage, allowing the careful electronic manipulation to become apparent. Eventually, the plodding bass returns, which brings the song too close in sound to the first remix. But this time, instead of Jarboe's voice, the piano takes on the roll of centerpiece. Equally irreverent, but with more tonal range, the notes break apart just when they finally work themselves into order. I don't know if I should liken it to a temperamental beginning pianist or to Thelonious Monk with a sequencer.