‘Living in Oblivion’ is very much in the squiggly Smallville aesthetic. With bleak tenderness, a pulse pushes forward through a miscellany of buzzes, ghostly voices and synth stabs, trailed by a haunting miasma of ripples and degraded blue melody. Dense and detailed, this is where the wild things are.
The clicks and pops of 'No image No Sound' on the b-side come across as a complex kind of language or script, full of glottal stops and exclamation marks, backed by a brisk giddy-up kick-pulse that keeps the monologue engaging.
With ‘Living in Oblivion’, Sienkiewicz has found a natural home on Smallville, the label side of the Hamburg record store owned by Lawrence.