Shimmering testimony to the occult attraction of total ur-drone immersion. Required listening for doubter, neophyte n aficionado alike. Layered loops, sprinkling echoed guitar in delayed wash n fuzz filter. Ideas, moods, repetitions morph just as the groove threatens stagnation - perfect. Melody hovers on the edge of emotional audibility amid a gurgling folky mess n glinting murk n mire. Occasional layered vocals. Ends on dark chanting coda into the shadows.