At one end of the spectrum is the album's nocturnal A-side. The title track, a cloud of static crackle and chilly synth, opens on a subdued note. On "Organ To Dust," the titular instrument turns graceful pirouettes over a patient kick-tom-kick groove. (Were this After Forever, Anderson might have detoured into a wildly different melody partway through, but here he keeps his focus.) The pinprick pads on "Reset" recall "Press Play"'s stargazing melancholy, though the bassline underneath adds a shiver of threat.
The latter half of the album swings in the opposite direction; Anderson has rarely made bangers this mind-melting. On "Amarna" and "18 Arms," synth lines buzz like hysterical insects, pinned in place by ten-ton drums. Then there's "Nabta Playa," whose dissonant snatches of melody are sprinkled over a hi-speed groove, and the restless, droning menace of "Beige Mantis."
The album ends with a return to the softer side. On closer "Blind Light," another one of those buzzing-insect synths is soothed by artful piano chords and Detroit pads. It's as if one half of the producer's yin-yang is winning out over the other: a simplistic drama, but Anderson handles it with his usual flair.