The record's eponymous track starts things off with a dimly-lit collection of sparse bleeps, indecipherable radio transmissions and a swooning choral moan, as gorgeous as it is timid. Ultimately, though, the track is nearly overcome by indulgence, as echoes pile up and the drums let loose in a series of pummeling, offbeat riffs. Next up is the beat-less "Den," a melancholy spread of soft, glitchy loops and synths. Some may consider its four-minute length more than enough for a techno vinyl, but others (such as this writer and perhaps the doomed lovers from the record's artwork) will wish that it stuck around for a little while longer.
After the fleeting romance of "Den," the flip takes us back into the darkness with "Indust," the most focused—and floor-ready—production on the record due to a sharp, syncopated kick pattern and discrete use of effects. Revolving around a shivering mass of sound and an increasingly frantic high-end, it's a strong conclusion to a fine debut for LADA.