Two of dark ambient's most uncompromising projects converge here, and the result feels less like a collaboration than a merger of pressure systems. Troum's ritualistic drone work — built from treated guitar and voice stretched beyond recognition — folds into Yen Pox's characteristically dense, low-frequency architecture, creating a suffocating warmth that somehow never loses its sense of forward drift. The title's reference to memory and hypnotic states is borne out in the music's looping, half-recalled quality. A landmark of the early 2000s underground, heavy and absorbing in equal measure.
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