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This formidable environment may have played some part in shaping the moods within this release, raw and beautiful, intricate yet reduced.

The title roughly translates into English as: “hearing the sound of breathing in the dark”, hinting an eerie listen ahead. There is black metal blood in each track, arranged on an alter of adept programming. Blistering guitar textures, and drum blast sit in a bed of gaseous swirls and cinematic dread. A heavy atmosphere gives way to skeletal melody, funky dembow rhythms, and hair raising, barded wire synth stabs.

This work is set in a perpetual dawn on the edge of town where shadow and light trick, the eye and mind alike. Vocals twist and turn throughout these tracks, guiding the listening deeper into the mysteries of the night, while also casting and unexpected soulfulness. These blackened electronics excursions, are a unique and confident vision. Keep your eyes on Abaunz.

The sonics on AAM are so thick you are immediately engulfed into a fully formed world. An unmistakable scent of acrid sulphur, oppressive heat, and sandy air; a raw primitive planet.

Noises crackle and spark along the planetary surface, portend low-pitched thuds and cracks, as cavities appear to pock the terrain . A land in constant flux; a call and response of formation and destruction, physically flipping a subterranean world inside out.

This duo who have forged a distinct sound, by harnessing invisible forces, (magnetism, electricity, gravity, etc.). Wielding energy to create a throbbing pressure before releasing oscillations, felt on a cellular level. These hardware explorations, hone vibrations like sonar, mapping a spacious environment that you are free to explore.

An occult dimension, where feverish apparitions materialize before spiraling fog, wheezing winds, and flickering lights. Horns bellow, gasses squelch, and lightly brushed rusty strings reverberate, as blurred lights stagger past. You know; spooky.

Each poltergeist tells their story, mise-en-scène, building an ethereal, holographic world; a narrative vision. The impressions are like wordless dramas, with action and adventure. Another specter interrupts, with their own finely crafted mytho, as the optical

anecdotes of the previous speaker weightlessly fall away and fade into the nether. Each expression is a personal narrative, but breadcrumbs spread throughout each theme, connects the tales: There is a magic in the matrix.

And just like that, a sleight of hand trick, after all, what appeared as a ritual séance, is a mirror holding a reflection of These Days.

Drones by the fleet descend on an uninhabitable planet, casting rays of shadow over an opaque cloud of debris and plumes of dust, still settling from a planetary catastrophe begun thousands of years ago.

Structures dot the surface with soaring spikes, abrupt slopes, and deep ravines. As the vessels descend towards the expanse, they begin to detect relics of construction, and what once must have been a vast, varied, and rich assortment of architectural engineering. A collapsed framework that once housed and supported a population in the billions.

The drones dig, bore, and settle several thousands meters below the surface of refuse. Creating passage ways resembling an ant nest, a subterranean gallery. Within the catacombs the the machines discover an advanced civilization that once dominated this planet.

Robots sift through ruins and waste, excavating, a lost civilizations surviving artifacts, collecting data, while looking for clues as to who these advanced animals were, how they lived, what they produced, and ultimately, what wiped them out.

A low-pitched bellow is detected deep within the surface. A hollow bio-rhythm driven by the planet itself. Pulses, shocks, pops, and grunts, vibrate through the cave system, like flames through an accelerant. The drone carved cavities act as an amplifier, freeing the squelches toward the surface. The lost civilization was fueled by this rhythm, an auditory apparition from the core of the planet, and ultimately its eternal soul.

The form appears weightless in an endless darkness. An occasional ray of light breaks through the void, exposing a vessel, while laser-like technicolor radiation refracts through crystalline technology to reveal unknown but familiar fragments of time and space. Twitchy sound design and percussion bring into focus a terrestrial explorer not lost, but far from home.

Reinartz imbues his futuristic sound scape with a beauty and warmth all his own. Intergalactic compositions with a tropical soul, a sense of fun, humor, and exuberance run wild in these reduced cosmic tapestries. This future is not bleak, it is in fact a merry place to be.

Lobban translates to “spark”; aptly named as this ep is sure to ignite the next wave of satanic panic.

A techno web, spun of deep fried rhythms, and whiplash inducing synths. There is advanced sorcery locked into each beat, casting hypnotic spells of spiral forms, melting surfaces, and gooey floors.

Submit to the grooves, as you are guided through a haze of smoke machines, fierce beats, and the glints of strobe light. This Lobban combust.