Slowly one string loop is joined by another to  waltz together on a broken down ,once grand ballroom room. Scatterings of broken finery piled against walls, rotting diner suits and tatter fine dressers left to mice and damp. Each new string element seeming to give more depth of sorrow. Swelling clouds of brooding strings here plink and plonk of more delicate strings there.

All is goes along fine for the first twenty minutes or so, you feel you’re really settling down into the piece, almost breathing its breath, then it stops and new loop is brought in after a few minutes ,which rather break the albums spell. it also seems rather a missed opportunity to develop the first part better,  loseing a lot of the atmosphere that has been built up. Clearly he couldn’t decided how to move into the next loop element, but the way it’s done is just plain lazy. When the second part finally drifts in, it  seems even more lost and hopeless, like an aching longing. It whispers of fair maidens looking out to sea for partners that never return. It again builds up power and depth, using deeper audio tones and shadows of emotion, than the first part. The grandeur and finery has now long gone, all that is left is dust and cracked memories. dragging and breaking muffled sounds are added to the mix and  paned around the stereo channels. Though again the crackling and breaking sound is just left to do its own thing for the last few minutes,when the string loop disapears and doesn’t seem to go anywhere.

A reward trip into crumbling and decaying beauty, from the Miasmah label, that are all about conjuring up dark and asture classical music and electronics mix. Just a pity the track wasn’t edited together better,it really could had been a great sorrowfull masterwork.