The two full-on techno offerings, "Arcon" and "Repeticion," are peak-time steam trains, thundering through deep wastelands and billows of mist. The first takes the empty, hollow pounding of a distorted kick and holds it taut over rumbling sub-bass, while clanking folds of white noise envelop the chugging in between, building and forming into towering pillars of hellish glory. "Repecticion" is a cleaner cut, but we're talking relative here. Whiplash bursts penetrate the darkness as the drums roll along, with as much momentum as they have cold foreboding.
Cavernous, dubstep-style pressure is applied by "Supraventricular," its distant, furious tantrum threatening to distort the foundations of whichever metallic dungeon it is encased within. "Materia" is alien ambience, with a throbbing heart that sounds like it's influenced by Plastikman's Consumed, but more viscerally evil. Creepy shimmering sits underneath the snarls of myriad nameless wraiths, taking us to Plutonian swamps at the edge of reality. And beyond.