"The album starts in fine ambient fashion, easy drones rising and falling like a summer tide as waves of static fold into the swell"

Jan then augments the repetition with some mournful yet graceful bowing, which paves the way for the subtlest of ambient electronic augmentation that bubbles beneath his brother's slowly building violin lament

Cowley gets the ball rolling on “Tear” with some minimal, somehow distant keys that set a melancholic tone for the prompt arrival of Tsupryk’s achingly beautiful violin

It's a cosmic, questioning blend of woman and machine, past and present, real and imagined from this curious, boundary nudging soul