Alan Freeman, Audion, no. 48, June 1, 2003
This one sounds like a mixture of digital “granular” synthesis and all sorts of concrete manipulation. It’s a mass of sonic swarms and textures that scatter and dive around, sometimes in big churning fabrics (kinda Stockhausen like) and sometimes in sensory collages (Redolfi and Zanési realms). The resultant album is one that tends to zoom through its 77 minutes without getting too engrossing, thus I’m unable to say much more!