A moody and contemplative three tracker from Mikael Stavöstrand marks the coming of the solstice of the summer of Adjunct. Wavering layers of misty drones and vulnerable synth patterns comprise "Kongo", a microscopic zodiac of scattered thoughts the poet reveals fate in entropy. "Compliments" tiptoes in weightless serenity only to be kidnapped, drugged and taken to the outer-most ring of the saw tooth primitives. Deceptively entitled, "Discomerde" is the last bead on Mikael's abacus. Never to produce a solid integer, but rather to open a tiny window with a view of his inspiraled galaxy.
