It shuts down the brain almost completely, and then rebuilds it with a caring hand.
You might find yourself spacing or zoning out while listening to this recording: this is normal.
When I first listened to “Heart” my focus immediately disappeared to a zero-point in 3D space. To me, this indicated a 100% loss of brain function: a key element of listening to so-called “IDM”.
Fast, syncopated drum machines, extremely expensive sounding synths, and reverby orchestral hits earmark this album as something that I really want to listen to, again, and again.
The Field’s May release, only reaching my ears now, hardly stands a chance, when Arca has released an album both three times longer, and already more sonically interesting in the first four bars of the respective first four songs. Also with a lower TTL.
Acidy, jazzy, practically installing an audio rootkit on my Neo: it sounds like DSP turned ESP; it sounds like tiny subwoofers with big wub: it sounds like a tiny Skrillex gone mental under the circuit board.
Scraping the gold off the processor; scraping the carbon fiber off your membrane (the speaker membrane or your ear drum, I can’t tell); hitting the arpeggiator like a wook taking a hit of DMT and blowing it in the face of a newborn rave baby before receiving a knuckle sandwich; “Raver” absolutely nails the limitations of laptop speakers and forces the user to stand up immediately and stretch their legs.
Strange Esperanto whisperings and the Spanish word for “Bitch” seem interspersed with sounds of flying knives puncturing flesh balloons in “Taconeando”, presumably a homage to Arca’s favourite Hispanic food item. There appears to be some kind of vocal flanger which is pretty.