Leave Your Wet Brain in the Hot Sun
\"Leave Your Wet Brain in the Hot Sun\" is a thick blanket of unsettling doom. The smell of death is in the air, floating in-and-out of range like a black cloud. Warmth\'s mixture of distorted, haunted synth loops, hijacked guitar frequenices, and various injections of dirt-soaked piano fuzz. Thompson\'s drones are reminiscent of Andrew Chalk and Mirror in the way they lure the listener in during the early stages with his quiet and methodic approach. They\'re soothing and soft, but totally misleading. Once the eyelids start to get heavy, Thompson runs you down with discordant, often abrasive, missives. He plays this dichotomy up to perfection, and shows an amazing understanding of composition and layering.
As each electronic swirl draws you in closer, like a moth to a buzzing streetlight, you get lost in this aural concrete labryinth. \"Leave Your Wet Brain in the Hot Sun\" will bury your mind under piles of dust. Warmth is painting the town with a gang of spectres on his back, sandblasting diseased tones through everyone\'s eardrums. For fans of Double Leopards, Hive Mind, and that ilk, it is only once you\'re destroyed that you\'ll be totally satisfied.