Dark, droning ambient, rumbling uninterrupted across two sides of vinyl: a track a piece on side A and B, suitably entitled ‘Elemental Disgrace I’ and ‘Elemental Disgrace II’. The sounds are rich, organic, as elemental as carbon-rich loam, slowly grinding down, shifting, the imperceptible degeneration of matter, decomposing and changing form.
The layers hang like fog over a primordial swamp, the tones from the higher end of the sonic spectrum partially submerged beneath an inexorable landslide of deep, grumbling whorls of sound that build, gradually growing to crushing, cavernous proportions before subsiding, slipping back into the yawning marsh-filled chasms.
Heavy, subterranean, electronic-based drone-sludge at its very best.
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