A delightful sound collage brimming with surprise and risky juxtaposing. There’re moribund utterances from broken radios, sharp fragments of feedback, and tape being gobbled like spaghetti. I’m not sure if Roe is the guitarist, but there are some loose and quite pretty guitar solos streaked with scratching and manipulated voices, “Revolution No. 9” style. Within the guitar segments are key changes born from the decreasing speed of slipping tape. Roe’s cuts and punch-ins are usually unceremonious and abrupt, though they sometimes layer into amazingly gorgeous and strange moments. When the sound gels it’s like a translucent Eastern lullaby or a trilling cartoon score. This tape sounds surreal and feels subliminal. It’s dreamlike and occasionally nightmarish. Sounds are sometimes dried-out husks, sometimes waterlogged and bloated. Either way, a sci-fi stone age awaits. It’s a short tape, leaving me wishing to hear more of Roe’s fantastically mangled sound mosaics. 8/10 -- Mike Pursley (9 June, 2010)