The first track slams in with a blur of noise attack, traces of what could have once been snthy tones appear, gargles of snatched sound elements, whipping static banks of sound. Then it drops,  into what sounds like amplified rain falling of  a tin roof times  a 100 , before static tones start to grow in the back ground, and then we’re hit by deck moving and  tide washing in crackle- then  the track ends.
The second track is even more intense- cut up sound particle and oceanic roar tumble towards you. Elements of structure and sense appearing every now and then, towards the end stretched and wobbled distorted Synth tones appeared before the track dies. Then the third track starts in  Silence, leaving the poor listener wondering what’s happen? , has your audio equipment finally give up, from all the abuse. But within a minute or so sound is just recognisable, a  barely heard sinister settling tone- like the spirit  of sound left to haunt, very quiet but it’s there- your ears aching to make out more details. As the seconds tick by, it becomes louder, little wisp of distance engine  acceleration, the  pitch develops  into more pronounced sound. The feeling  of anticipation is presses down on you , it just keeps slowly building and building like a rocket getting ready to  take off. Then enters growing sinister spacey tones, as the sound starts to reach the  boil point, with great long arches  of  sound pitch, coming to almost unbearable heights. Leaving you pined to your chair, and then it just stops

A brilliant example of audio terrorism and mess- with -your -head  sound art, turning yet more angles and possibilities from noise. To buy direct- rocket over here.