A deep quivering of transcendental electronic mantras pulsates to the patient beat of the third Bardo. Slow, shape-shifting ambiences expand like groaning baritone crystals crawling out from sub-oceanic ooze. Six string psychedelic spews bisect the curve of extraterrestrial buzz with a surprising terrestrial fluidity until bioluminescent fish gather to choke out quiet hymns around the then sinking sepulcher of gurgling synthetics as they pierce to the deepest part of inner space. From Ohms to Oms. Amen.