Strong Basinski-meets-Slint vibes permeate “Eschatology”, with decaying-as-loops-pass electric guitar pluckerings melding and molding into blown-out swells and fleeting drones, some pushed-past-capacity textures interfering amelodiously at edge-o-yr-seat intervals, too!
Too dismal to set as the backdrop to any ambitious, sunny afternoon, Cloud Dweller’s output is perhaps best taken in via deep listening, at the pre-cusp of sleep; maybe they’re the perfect half-nap companion, as their pseudo-soporific (read “glacial”) pace & tone won’t lend itself too readily to pacification, but without a doubt, doth proffer hypnotism and a serious mental meandering or two.
Headphones not necessary, but highly recommended!
and/or
—Jacob An Kittenplan
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