review by: Larissa Parson

This is a gorgeous album, filled with the sorts of noises that leave open the possibility of departure from the merely terrestrial to escape to a different mind than the one used for dealing with such mundane matters as taxes. Nevertheless, the lyrics are for the most part trite, and the vocals have no particularly compelling force - Mick Moss’s voice seems better suited for something louder than ambient soundscapes; while Hayley Windsor and Michelle Richfield have lovely voices, they do not strike this reviewer as anything startling.

The strongest songs on the album, “The Art of a Soft Landing,” and the album’s closer, “Terminal,” keep the vocalization to a minimum and allow the music to speak for itself, throwing in the occasional electro-glitch touch. “The Art of a Soft Landing,” in particular, builds up from meandering to shuddering guitar, an technique better performed by Sigur Rós, but still effective here.

If you’re looking for something dark to play in the background, something ultimately forgettable but at least pleasurable, put this on. Just don’t listen too hard, and don’t try to peer into the depths of the lyrics - “some truths are harder to perceive,” yes, but in this case they seem pretty obvious. (7/10)