Gorgeously and effortlessly weaving harsh, jarring glitches with soft, soothing tapestries of sound, sunnk puts together a rich, textured slice of what one can only assume it feels like to be a cyborg on a rainy day. This lush soundscape moves forward at its own pace, but leaves so much behind in its wake. It's an interesting and intelligent construction that melds urgent and slow, harsh and soft, and future and past. Utilizing juxtaposition to its fullest, weaving ritual creates a space between by context alone. If these two extremes exist, surely there's a sonic center, right? What's real and what's perceived? This brings the listener back for more and more, and each successive listen adds extra benefit. The piano leitmotif that connects the tracks serves as a humanizing element and keeps the listener grounded while glitchy, electronic madness crumbles and consumes expectations. As mentioned above, it's like an awakening or awareness in a human/machine hybrid - a breaking down of walls. And that's the beauty and joy of weaving ritual; it says so much, with out saying a word, and despite all the paint on the canvas, it is still blank for the listener to interpret as seen fit. Perfectly timed, too, this album is long enough to please, but short enough to beg for a consecutive spin.

Weaving Ritual is well woven indeed, and plays like something out of the near future; something we're on the brink of but can't quite understand yet. Wonderfully frantic, but also flavorfully wistful, the worlds that are woven for sunnk's latest are disparate, but deftly made into one. Begging for repeated listens, one would do well to pick this up and heed the album's call.