A great finial to the project. It's like a glimpse of sunshine behind the clouds at the funeral. Caretaker's funeral. Like a disturbing calm in the ruins after fire. It brings to mind Basinski's classics. C'est fini. 2097
Kirby is a genius of ambience and sound.
In contrast to his work under the Caretaker name, this album feels incredibly uplifting.
The booming percussion and massive, oppressive soundscapes communicate the jaded anxiety of modernity, but not without a reason to hope. Glittering strings and synths come out of the fray.
It is the auditory equivalent of your Dad telling you to pick yourself up, and get back in the game. indierising