The A-side is completely avant-garde. On "Head," rolling drones gradually increase in pressure and then taper off. "Untitled" is a sketch centered on a bit of post-punky poetry ("we thought that the truth and that which is true were the same thing…") that ends after less than 30 seconds. "1018818" begins with cluster of ghostly loops—impressively vivid clicks, rattles and so on—then veers into an abyss of sub-heavy ambience before circling back to its opening arrangement.
The beat-driven tracks make up the B-side. "A15" is a lean strip of techno that, like Kobosil's past highlights, is as spacey as it is sinister. "Polyheme," at just 115 BPM, is more left-field, with a gloomy choir and the occasional peal of feedback. Then, for some reason, we get a reprise of the "Untitled" poem. It's admirably adventurous, but also a bit bland. Kobosil has clearly got something special, but here he could use some more flair.