"Easing Into Tomorrow" is presented like a nightmare: Tinny presets; a siren-like melody with a secret, complicated tempo it never really cares to reveal; string sounds pitched up into shrillness. Four teeth-on-edge minutes in, however, it's grounded by pattering percussion, followed by a low-end synth melody that introduces a deep, low funk, before the same melody dramatically moves up a couple of octaves, before plunging back down again; after the tension of the opening strains the juxtaposition makes for an exhilarating last half. "The 3rd Wave" is the EP's weak link, a barebones rhythm track in a state of undress, reminiscent of Moss's loops with Steve Poindexter, but after a noncommittal opening of static-soaked beats and electronic pulses, "Did We Come" establishes its spikiness via a sharp sideways turn into warped chiming and a swollen kick drum.
After Moss's trio, Cura's "Waiting Room" is like an aural palate cleanser, a fresh breeze that reins in the analog fury for even-tempered deepness and spacious clarity. With vaguely humanistic pulses, and its dubbed out singular melody and reverbed handclaps, it's as curious and alien-esque as its creepy video. As with Moss, there's no easy rewards here for needle-drop skimming, but particularly for the EP's opener, it's a check in the "pro" column for musical single-mindedness.