Through Thomas Beal’s fractures, churned-up liquid smoke is exotic fantasy distanced from reality. Wild forces to be reckoned with become gorgeous fountains of saturated sputum spurting in time behind a chandelier filter.
Aloonaluna’s music wall has soft spots of flam — manual clock bumps, phasing key lights, low attack synthesizers, vocal steam on cavern walls — indicating the indispensable involvement of flesh and blood (with a ghostly complexion); therefore, “Hunt for Vapor” is lifted in a plume above its machines. It glows by Colonial candlelight.
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