Review:
Rummaging through a veritable dusty attic of creaks, groans, tinkles and tumbles, Eli Keszler has poured all manner of sounds into a cauldron already bubbling with scraped guitar strings and loose drum-bothering for this lengthy exercise in sound crafting. While these compositions may not be the most relaxing of listens, there's no arguing with the sheer scale of the production. Every tiniest detail is beautifully rendered, with the spacing in the mix wielded for a startling impact which finds these swarms of noise daggering into your head like acupuncture needles. Utterly fascinating as per usual from PAN.