The tuneage breathes these foreign atmospheres, transmuting the unfamiliar noble gases into shimmering mists of sonic transcendence, then exhales these melodies into the listeners' auditory canals. Your head becomes the music's final destination, a voyage that has spanned galactic vistas to return to whisper its gathering of secrets in your ear. This band's tightness flourishes under improvisational conditions. Snarling guitar ushers you into a chamber of snappy rhythms. You find yourself ankle-deep in sultry basslines.
Synthesizers bleep and churn, swirling the chamber's air currents with frolicsome weirdness.
A deeper rumble surges at the horizons that rim the room, a chorus of jet-exhausts thundering with distant passage. The keyboards take up the percussive cycles as the riff changes. Now the music plummets into hyperdrive, accelerating the tempo and deviating the melody. The instruments are inflating, their individual contributions melting together to form unearthly structures. These new riffs tower over you, blazing into the sky with enticing fury.