Hooray for that old zine policy of "we review everything we receive"! The following is from
and is probably the fourth review that "Moss" has received overall.
On his second full-length album as Connect_icut, Sam Macklin builds warm, organic sound pictures from melodic elements and industrial clangor. Macklin, who relocated from the
Until now, Moss has been an interesting trip with occasional moments of transfixing beauty, but the record finds its space-centric groove during its second half. "Lethal Cocktail" is space-journey mysterious, laced with reverberating pings and Ligeti-esque choral sweeps and conveying a sense of endless space and time. "TV Lightware" has the same feel, but its colliding tonal pulses and lingering after-tones are warmer, more melodic and organic. "Winter Song" brings a music-box precision to the same run of notes that illuminated "Blood on the Walls", but cranked up faster and more mechanical. "Deathless" is denser, a tangle of overlapping staccato tones through whose gaps can be glimpsed Enya-like washes of altered vocal sounds. As in other cuts, the sound shimmers, mirage-like, in and out of focus, discord building and fraying as the cut moves forward. There is a profound, oscillating mysticism to "Pass the Aura Goggles" and a transcendently beautiful resolution to "Omsk-F" that closes the disc in slow moving, mood-shifting style.