Playing with toys, machines and voice, Angela Sawyer is a seasoned sound craftsperson. There is a first person diary-like account inside the cover, which may or may not explain these two sides of sound to tape. Maybe witnessing an Angela Sawyer performance would reveal any questions as to what and how, regarding the instruments and sounds. Something cathartic is happening, this is the document, and it might heal the player and listener alike. It’s real stuff happening here, with its own plan and structure, by a solitary human. It’s minimal but vast. It’s good for what ails you.