The grooves here are warm, the samples crackle and the tempos are leisurely (compared to modern drum & bass, anyways). It's a welcoming record, looking back to when jungle was still smooth and flighty. The title track is ethereal, with breaks and choral vocals layered over a zig-zagging, Shackleton-esque bassline. "Unnatural Mystic" gets even headier, featuring dextrous drums that could have been chopped up in the Paradox kitchen. "Obehaman" touches on a harder ragga vibe, while "Warehouse" is a rush of jungle bluster that still feels silky.
This music excels because of its rich tapestry of textures. Eveson weaves in samples and drums like he's working on a dense, exotic embroidery. It's unabashedly retro, sure, but it's done with such an original—and thoroughly well-conceived—style that it works. Hopefully the end of this trilogy doesn't mean the end of Dead Man's Chest because this is Eveson's best music yet.