Monolake’s Hongkong album is an impressive journey, warm and fantastic. The opening track, “Cyan,” starts with ambient noise, like a recording of an insect farm, and glides seamlessly into a deep, minimalism, while “Index” is slightly darker and harder. If you’re in the mood for some quiet breaks and dubbed out synths, “Lantau” is the way to go; if you prefer the dubbiness but want a slow house rhythm, then you can’t go wrong with “Macau.” “Arte” is nothing but deepness, and “Occam,” though it starts with indecipherable chatter, quickly moves into a rhythmic groover. The final track, “Mass Transit Railway,” is a train of ambience, slowly pulling out of the station. Get on board before it’s too late.
"Occam" sends a shiver through my veins everytime I hear it. It's a perfect example to point to when detractors claim that this 'sound' is repetitive. Monolake subtly and patiently wring changes on the track over seven plus minutes. A shocking, epic exercise in dub structures and the cold warmth of analog freefalls.