This album delivers abrasive-adjacent electronic judders cloaked in a feeling of intimacy distilled from primordial ooze. Opening voices dissolve into Lucierian mosaic yammer, and plummet into a negative space populated by an unadorned clicking, that most elemental physical manifestation of audio phenomena; the antithesis of awareness and enlightenment and transcendence. The episodes continue without pause, as if one is moving through an exhibition.

Compared to Joe Colley (Crawl Unit)'s work, which he once described as "little noises arranged on a piece of plastic", a lot of other noise seems hell-bent on shameless over-compensation. His material has always been low-key, and "Deformation Of Tone" finds him shuffling in a colder, harsher, more desolate direction.

The single-malt rasp of an unnamed conspiracy theorist / motivational speaker, present more for his intonation than anything else, punctuates this rather sculptural 33 minutes of machines whirring, devices beeping, blank-face rotary drones swelling and merging with unnaturally regimented hive rustlings and perfectly unpleasant high-gain squelch - all constructed with a master's timing and sense of scale.