Read my entire review on The Silent Ballet.The album would be a fitting soundtrack to a person locked in a musty, basement laundry room while having a quiet psychedelic experience. Sometimes the music sounds like an insect colony with indigestion, focusing on all the intimate, oily details. The wide array of sounds often leans toward the uncomfortably organic, with plenty of synth burps, pulses that sound like heartbeats, and wet mammals drooling and running amok. It's not exactly the most soothing of experiences, as it provokes a surly latitude of the unconscious mind. Much like a chance encounter with a decomposing corpse, the terror comes from your own inability to turn away. Some of the sounds are very kitsch and the drowning vocals can make a purist wretch, but the overall industrial tide pool of activity is an interesting ambient affair for a group that is notorious for doing just about anything.
*Note: I have never researched an album/band this much. I knew nothing about TG beforehand...
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