The track opens with this great ultra nasty, tar-black and bass throbbing low-end ‘wall’ of tone dwell which seems to hit you at a wonderful primal & juddering gut level. By the two and an half minute mark a stuck, juddering ‘n’ grim purr has started to weep and ooze out of the centre of the original low end throb. And as we move into the fourth minute a muffled ‘n’ stuck stale industrial  clunking judder builds and grows. By the eight  minute you can just make out military sounding radio chatter in the guts of the track, then this great churning ‘n’ muffled static grain starts around the nine minute mark before it dips down into throbbing and low-end nastiness of the start- but this only lasts until the twelve minute mark when stuck storm judder ‘n’ roar enters & nicely grows in power and strength. Around the thirty minute mark it dips into a brief lull before building up to great static helicopter like rapid and revolving  slicing. All told it’s a great and gradually morphing slice of HNW matter, which once more finds Gomeisa pushing his sound in new and creative ways.

As with anything put out on the excellent & mainly HNW label Zvukovina;  the artworks done in professional yet grim manner with the  fount cover featuring black pencil line textures and the back cover there's red  text on black blocks and more of the bleak pencil texture. Inside the sleeve we have a nihilistic toned poem that nicely captures the spirit and utter progression dispair of the track. So if you dig slowly morphing and creative ‘wall making’ this is a must have item.