Unlike the meandering repose of the
Schmickler-led group effort
Pluramon,
Schmickler's first solo release charges down avenues of meticulous noise, extracts of digital disorganization colliding with segments of calm that are occasionally even quite touching (particularly through the disc's second half). Fans of
Pluramon's almost despite-itself organicism are unlikely to find much of interest here, but if the phrase "
Brian Eno with a toothache," or even "
Tetsu Inoue with an axe to grind" sounds intriguing, well then -- full steam ahead.