Lurching, anxious new wave stuff. Halting rhythms and somber melodies. The whole thing is just so resoundingly chilling and robotic, as if Milemarker had spent the past two decades in a wind tunnel, totally alone, crafting tunes for an hour a day between vast bouts of solitary darkness. If you told me that androids had actually penned this, I’d believe you; it sounds that cold and compartmentalized. –Keith Rosson (Maraudeur)