kraken is back and pulls us down into the abyss - a dark, cold and desolate place that is filled with the droning of oscillators. authentic field recordings mingle with evolving rhythms, and the underlying tension created by the poignant confessions of human beings adds to the unique flavor of kraken: equally fascinating, enchanting and disturbing, the sounds cut right through our souls. for fifty minutes, kraken keeps us in its tight grip and we all cannot resist but realize our own fugacity.
fifteen years past the first kraken release, its epitaph is more actual than ever before: when gazing into the abyss for too long, one tardy realizes that he is part of it. from within the vast depths, raubbau brings to you the latest album, unnamed.
I purchased IRMs previous releases in this the final part and I think this release is a good summary of their intent.Uncomfortable,nausea inducing,claustrophobic and like the comments above,strangely soothing.In lesser hands this could have come across as pretentious,but in no way does this.A truly great record. Michael Carter