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Limited edition pressing in a full color book bound CD case. The Silverman should be given a degree in biomelodics. This most recent body of collaged constructions pulsates with aspects of a living system. Slurred drones rush sonic corpuscles through electronic capillaries, imparting breath to each track. An obscured, parenthetical heart beat occasionally comes through as an unexpectedly metallic panging in the background, mostly drowned out by the fluid dynamics of localized subsystems playing out their various vital functions. Perhaps each one of US does sound a little like a Javanese gamelan orchestra inside if you hit the right spot. Cutting to find out is not advocated. The Silverman's fantastic voyage sounds like a spiritual dissertation on degrees of scale.