Cyclobe

This album is a veritable magic carpet composed of multiple threads, by turns dark, dangerous and stupefyingly beautiful. Each of those threads holds within its fibres little treasures and perhaps philosophical truths, just waiting to be discovered with each unravelling. It is indeed like looking at the world and its reality as a whole, and then picking it apart to see just what makes it work. And what we find there isn’t necessarily what we either expect to be there, or what we would want to find. Reality can only really work if we all agree what that reality is, but when we go deeper we find that it’s nowhere near as coherent as we think it is. And that, to some, is a frightening thought – it’s the equivalent of staring into the abyss.