In perfect solitude, Lowe explores a mantric, almost spectral use of the voice, accompanying himself on the guitar. The result is an oscillation between Zen moods and explosions of pure noise. Cult film soundtracks, barely recognizable jazz fragments, embrionic electronics and industrial sounds, amalgamated through Iranian, Pakistani, Turkish and Eastern European sound material. A tantric song structure that blends, with highly personal and original interpretations, stoner rock and Hindu mysticism.