you wait forever for voigt to emerge from the woods, and then he summons two records in two years – this one has our gas heads feeling delighted and unsettled.
our twilight trip is laced with compelling unease, taking the form of a single extended, evolving, entrancing piece designed for absorption in one sitting. to stipulate it as such seems a bit redundant, for this is music that slips into your unconscious and resides there looping away. it’s like the soundtrack to deckard returning from a long holiday off-world. “a rich, cinematic effort of blooming ambient music” 8.5/10 – line of best fit
- Rausch A
- Rausch B
- Rausch C
- Rausch D