Seeking revival through experimentation, Oscillotron lands on a firm identity with succinct ties to its space horror ambience origins. Leaning on subtle wobbles of unsettled pitch shifting, disjointed pianos and old school synths evoke an eerie, uncomfortable setting. Accompanying them, ghoulish foggy synths in the backdrop conjure looming terror and sense of dread. The record toys with variations on this aesthetic arrangement, a feverish, unending, dreamy phantasmagoria. The resulting inspirations mainly birth three to four minute scenic stagnations on its initial idea.
The arrival of Natt always perks my ears, a proven promise of gradual evolution leaves a distinct impression. At thirteen minutes, it bucks the trend, leading us down nightmarish corridors of fright. The march of its synthetic pulse pulling us through macabre grown and howls, forever brooding in its cataclysm drum loop of distorted dissonance. Its an absurdly effective drone, a mediative trance of abysmal origins.
Lacking a fair amount of percussive force, Sniezna can feel understated with its ever transient presence. Familiarizing oneself with its craft, a brilliantly composed vision will emerge. An artistic, devoid of cheese, a soundtrack to the zombie apocalypse. Decimated wastelands of gravely atrocities, laid barren by its grim inhabitants, no longer fit for human survival. Somehow conjuring Halloween horrors with a serious foreboding tone. On recognition of this thoughts, I see how fitting the cover art is.
Lacking a fair amount of percussive force, Sniezna can feel understated with its ever transient presence. Familiarizing oneself with its craft, a brilliantly composed vision will emerge. An artistic, devoid of cheese, a soundtrack to the zombie apocalypse. Decimated wastelands of gravely atrocities, laid barren by its grim inhabitants, no longer fit for human survival. Somehow conjuring Halloween horrors with a serious foreboding tone. On recognition of this thoughts, I see how fitting the cover art is.
Rating: 7/10