"Just unloaded on this ground (ours?) seemingly not very hospital, aggressive, saturated with contradictory sound energies, this album with the extraterrestrial paces, even of apocalypse learnedly put in scene by packing, arrive, it is there, and already the feeling to see it fleeing in front of us...Imperceptible passage of a music given birth to in the pain of an obsessional and attractive work on the sound matter, rusted, triturated, fissured of all shares by this strange conclave - two Italian groups between post rock"n"roll and noise confronted here - joined together three days lasting of the autumn 2001 in the hell of a studio of recording around electric guitars, low, percussions, of stray Rhodos and magnetic tapes. The assembly of the whole required a few additional years to lead to this intranquille result... Distant voices remixées and drowned in a slipping music and insituable, starters of sound organization disturbed and shorted-circuit with measurement of advanced on these barred spaces of obstacles: the listener sees himself unceasingly constrained, questioned, aspired even in this strange adventure of multiple and quartered listenings. For which chooses to be thus let pass on the body to the length of these thirty-six minutes of resistance to the idea even of music like pastime , the test can be moulted in interest, even, at the price of other efforts still, in one seizing experiment of déconditionnement... It is here clearly about experimental music, looked for ways, disappeared, found a few seconds, but where the feeling of delivery A seems it refused until the end. All opposite of what the current language could name with a certain degree of cynicism sound ecology." - Mathias Dreyfuss - Octopus