‘III’ by MICROFL▼RSCNCE is a crumbling edifice of sound; flakes of noise falling from a forbidding cliff wall of crackle, writhing rusted electronics and jumbled voices. The music swirls in a thick psych-broth, individually recognisable elements bubbling to the surface occasionally before dissipating into the murk: snatches of Bollywood strings, stamping fireworks, tape hiss, thick chords of organ rumble. Everything is soaked in a lushly beautiful wobbling drone, drifting serenely unmoored from any obvious structures. The second side is just as becalmed, stabs of echoing guitar pulse into a shimmering mist. The addition of a skipping techno thump adds forward thrust without constraining any of the evocative sampling; alien bird calls, shrieking whoops, and the clatter of woody percussion stretch and test the boundaries loosely placed by the steady beat.
