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Rating: Time travel in the damp fog of a possible 90s Bristol.
Trip-hop presences torn by slow slashes of sounds strike like the sighs of lost souls between radio interferences, Jungle echoes, memories of distant lost melodies shrouded in clouds of hashish, faded album covers, and confused memories because they're lost in a remote corner of the mind or perhaps because they've not been lived but only vaguely felt and transformed into sound figures that belong only to the present.
A journey among figures that become increasingly vague until reaching the terminus "Singularity Is Near," where everything disintegrates, floating on the reflections of a melancholic ambient mirror of the present.
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