Looking out over the enormous blue space, you are filled with the typical self-reflective thoughts of where to start with your life, how to fill the void, what you want to do with yourself, etc. The way in which thought helixes function lives outside of time, as you start to feel that these self-focused thoughts don't matter, and so you let the space envelope you thereby becoming one with the scene, a biological bag of organs and cells and red stuff amongst a medley of other organ-and-cell-bags and many other things. Some tracks are quite difficult to stomach in solitary listening, yet the eelesque sound of chorus-injected synths and serpentine percussion feel like that kind of divine power of the euphoric hallucinations which washed over the oracles of Delphi.

A curious listen for those inclined toward the occult and who like to lucid dream, Beau Wazner puts together harsh sounds in a way which sounds like The Cure on angel dust.