Mount Analog specialize in the ambience of decrepit space, exploring the delicate folds within the fabric of entropy, as aurally catalogued by Tucker Martine. There's a disconsolate, rather isolated feel to the music here; the merry-go round on the cover helps define an image of an abandoned amusement park, somewhere in the crumbling edge of nowhere. The elements mix well, as Tucker incorporates field recordings, keyboards, AM radio, machines, and other lightly manipulated sounds into sonicscapes that defy simple categorization because they embrace so many despondent emotions (and there is such a strong emotional base), and yet he keeps them seperate from what traditionally qualifies as "dark soundscape". The Price of Oranges" reinforces the abandoned amusement park image above, snippets of disembodied voices interspersed with apprehensive, wary keyboards-all sound held at a distance; "Cool Path From Ruined Suburbs" gets positively cluttered and noisy (but never chaotic), and yet still incorporates the air of dissolution present throughout the disc; "Abandon" crouches in a long abandoned subway in which phantom trains still speed by, a rather hopeless expenditure of the residual psyche of space and time (the inherent memories always law), further defiled by some intermittent rhythms, more disembodied voices, and the sounds of metal flexing invisible muscles. It's all quite well conceived, somehow still musical but very desolate or at least vacant in feel; drones are often present, aiding the hopelessness of the images inspired by these songs, images of decay; memories, grey and fading. A wonderful, albeit bleak, disc.