Get into the electro no-clash ambient space that Mandible Chatter has built, though, and drifting off is no longer an option. What happens is more of a drifting in, like a plastic sailboat in a bathtub full of water whose drain has just been opened. Even when there’s a woodflute sound that makes your inner critic scream “Zamfir!”, the undertone is somehow menacing or discordant. Which is great. It’s like New Age, only the New Age is either post-nuclear or pre-modern, which in either case amounts to the same thing, i.e. trouble. It’s pleasant, but slightly off; it’s dark, but seldom goth-y, though there is a bit of deep vibrato vocal on the fourth track, which after it had played for a couple of minutes wound up setting off our goth alarm, and the sprinklers did over $500.00 in damage before the fire department showed up. |
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