"these transmissions were discovered by the space husband in the winter of this year."
Encroaching static, oddly congruent. Coldly antagonistic, yet sporadically warm in its production, space husband teases, with his two track release, his own persona, a primordial vessel, and receiver to otherworldly messages and transmissions. Hazy pathos and abstract landscapes are consequently pressed through blunted, fidgety vocoders, sci-fi soaring synthesizers, instrumentation. Synthetic synesthesia, if you will.