This is a rarefied and minimal ambient album. There are some drones of a dead nature that appear and fade away. You can hear fluted notes for an impossible ethnic music. There's a digital and analog taste that hides the notes. Sometimes some waters seem to flow away into the woods. Mick Harris made this album in isolation on April 1994. This is a charming and very hard record, at first listenings; but then, you enter in a world apart, where you can find the real, static, sense of nature; vibrations, spams and fires. Everything is in an undertone, and dreadful.