Musique concrete? Perhaps, but the program hardly reveals an underbelly of intentions. Ominous static, electronic moans and distant whirring flirt with guitar feedback on two 14-minute found-soundscapes while the record’s two remaining tracks present spare, almost elegiac organ pulsing and half-interrupted silences. Like Jim O’Rourke’s epic “Cede,” but without the vision or initiation. – Punk Planet, May/June 2006
