Like a true psychedelic experience, one that if you've ever had, you'll know what we mean, it presents you with a fixed length window that opens into another possible perspective of our lumbering existence. Imagine 500 milligrams administered via an eye dropper filled with mercury and you're on your way. Born of a correspondence between two fellows entrenched in parallel explorations of the unknowable and imagined, there's a mystery to the source of the sounds contained in these grooves; a mystery that reaches the top of chain, as the players involved have never met, did not discuss individual process, nor the direction of their collaborative endeavors. There is not even a record of the machines used to create this shadowy sci-fi landscape. What the listener is presented with is music that reverberates like synthetic sound made into organic instruments imitating synthetic sound. It is a fantasy world that feels a little bit too much like a version of reality with dark bags under its eyes and strange stains on its clothing. It's the music you hear after the anesthesia drip gets turned on, right before you succumb to that infernal waking sleep. There's a clarity to the recording, a depth of field that seems normal, but with a bit more scrutiny, is unsettling and disorienting. There's a narrative, almost cinematic or like a soundtrack to an Evanson story, but like any pinnacle of modern horror, once you catch hold of that thread, your brain begs you to let go. The music is devoid of terroir, a fantastic blend of east and west, modern and classical, lending once again to the creeping sensation that the rabbit hole is way up there, far, far from where you've landed. The name translates as 'one to whom secrets are intrusted.' You should believe us on that one. Also, your hair is on fire. And it always has been?" - Jason Meagher. Safiyya is Brad Rose (Charlatan/The North Sea) and Pat Murano (NNCK/Decimus). Silkscreened sleeves and limited as fuck.