Swirling layers of warm, static-like fuzziness are turned into something cohesive by a few simple bass notes. Then, like coming up from a subway at night, the white noise of the underground gains a new life on top of that foundation. It then gains direction. Gains a pulse of life as rhythms become concrete. Gains a melody as layers of ping-ponging guitars reach out of the haze. Then they all give up, decaying echoes following them out, leaving us back with the noise that brought us here, and we go back underground.
This is a soundtrack to accompany a solitary moment, or in headphones to create solitude in a crowd; either way it inspires contemplation and consideration.