From the ever-expanding skies of Brian Fauteux:

Radio static is how we’ll know we’re eventually alone. That everything is over. Here is where Pyramid//Indigo’s “Lydian Grains” begins. A slight crescendo, disconcerting, leads to “Hands, Bursting with Light.” Sounds gleaned from frosted prairie fields build atmospheric swells that call the wild. A long final glance of pink and gold before the graying of sky. Flip the split. SKIN calls forth a soundscape marked by the hum of arthropod wings, wind seeping through a window’s breach, and the lure of a music box melody. Perhaps there are signs of life after all.