Utterly transcendent pair of explorations from this Malaysian sound-manipulator. Eastern is the ghost of Olivier Messiaen performing a recital for organ and ring-modulator from the other side of the galaxy; the tones warped and degrading as they're transmitted across the vast vacant and chilled expanses of space; the structure of the work deconstructed as the middle and ends arrive out of sequence thanks to them being able to grab at the coattails of faster-moving threads of space-time, of suddenly-there-and-not-there wormholes. In Concrete we are treated to the sound of the shadows, imprints, impressions the performance has left in the fabric of the universe... sighs of expulsion as the mechanism of transport settles and shuts down... subsonic emissions of the decaying half-lives of the radioactive dustclouds which were leapfrogged along the way. Leaves you feeling cold and alone, but... 8/10 -- Young Savage (28 June, 2006)