This is O Emperor's second album where they get all glassy eyed and nostalgic for the days when Soft Machine were the future of music and Prog was about to become the next big thing.
They seem to have the sort of album that could be described as a modern prog opera. It opens with all sorts of weird, freaky guitars doing their best to sound like Robert Fripp on acid as they take up on a journey (or should that be trip into the outer recesses of their minds?) and with vocals that seem almost textural and instrumental or incidental to the musical madness.
But then comes a long passage of chill out, drift away space age zoned out music, there to lull you into an almost-coma and just as you're about to drop off, it explodes into your mind with the spectral sonic distortions of Contact being made with your synapses through feedback, off-beat noise that just connects.
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Just as quickly as you're fully aware of everything, the album just dissolves back into the textural background of orchestral progressive weirdness just as the guitars take flight in cracking billowing howls that dissipate to nothing as they check if we are still in the land of the living: not just confused and bemused at whatever those squiggly noises are that are exploding all over the place sending me not just a little Soft In the Head. This has launched me into space before the album then brings you right back down to conclude.
Perfect for taking pills too, 'Vitreous' is music for fractured minds.
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