sorry, i was in najaf so didn;t have time to attend to this.
so, kick comes in first, sounds like clenched sphincter. repressed, closeted headmaster for some boarding school in the sixties.
synths sound like an itchy bum hole or a bad stomach.
the effects on the claps try and suggest something of the 'beyond', but are a bit too blake 7.
there's liberation in those high hats. coming across diagonally forming an x over my body. dashes of light a bout a meter long each that dissipate instantaniously.
the synth timbre changes and and it's comedic. i have too much humourous detatchment for it to have much physiological or emotional potency. actually it's makes my mouth want to oscilate between an oooh and aah shape, gradually shfiting between the two as the filter shifts. it's in an exaggerated, piss taking kind of way.
i'm not immersed in the music. it's not engulfing me. it's a very different experience from listening to music i enjoy. in the latter case my whole being would be subsumed but it, whereas this feels looking at something from the outside.
it's finished. i think near the end there where some 303 sounding bird tweeting sounds that sounded like drops of the golden light i was taking about earlier. little embers of it falling through the air.