An underwater wreckage haunted with robotic denizens of the murky dominions of the deep. This noisy, electronic sludge-fest is coated in more digital crust than the most barnacle laden antechamber of any cavernous deep-sea sorcerer's sanctuary.
What is commendable in this release beyond its relentless audio assault, is the sheer amount of creepy whispers Sanchez was able to squeeze into every cubic centimeter of this densely packed sound. Every evil uttering that weaves its way through the thickly laden wall of dark, dense, and deadly noise is threatening in some unexplained way.
"Your children will learn to build spaceships," would be an innocuous enough phrase in an everyday conversation, but in this shadowed trench, miles beneath the tumultuous waves, the words take on a sinister meaning that fills the listener with dread.
Whilst the electrified pieces of wreckage furiously oscillate in the frozen darkness of the deep, Styrofoam Sanchez creeps in and out of the eerie lights of the lanternfish, always maintaining eye contact, hissing abstractly disturbing phrases. How can either of you breathe in the pressurized darkness? Find out when you step into this Empire Underwater.