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With "Frozen Fog 1" and "2" hemorrhaging into each other, this LP feels like each side is taken up by a single sprawl of dread-fuelled electric keyboard thought, instead of being split into three parts. A peeling howl of a pulse, the opener's tremors approach distressing levels and twist into a willingly sour sound. The duo's warped sense of rhythm sees the pitch rise and fall like some distorted melody, black sparks coming off the seams. The synth bank squelches along charred and smoky welds, dub aesthetics leading the music into the shuddering breaks of a Lee Perry K-hole. The whole of Frozen Fog seems lit by the last moments of a Star's life.
The cracked and stretched Tron lights of "Frozen Fog 3" give the flipside a colder atmosphere. The piece's patterns swirl and cycle like a nighmare on loop, the visuals recurring seconds after waking. Demons create a smoky audio world entangling the equipment in streetlight and fog. This release does to synth music what Carpenter's The Thing alien did to the bodies it inhabited: it messes with the source, spitting out something twisted and full of dread.
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