Commences with a play-it-cool litmus test of garden variety ambience-lean and atypical 10-minute understatement, then advances as an ever-flowing murky electro-river where coarse workaday dream-fog and soft-scratch shufflin' does its damnedest to muck up/enhance the buoyant dance-trance and psych-pensive roving. Smudgy layers are there for the pickin', and the more than serviceable beats that waft you through seem to gain cryptic appeal from their semi-concealment -- its Burial is buried, Avalanches avalanched, voices all drowned and now in phantom form.
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