Fascinating allure of sound sculptures, organic and industrial flotsams of WOMBA origin catalyzed by the shed manipulations of the local underground scene's most prolific lunatic Tikhon S. Kubov. It’s neither a return to the aggravated sonic assault of the preceding album nor a reproduction of the kind of noise you would expect nowadays, but somewhat more soft, if at all possible. This sounds like a refined post-industrial symphony of nostalgia, sentiment and lust. Normally, it works without breaks as one single piece, but the montage specific character allows a listener to spin one's own web of twenty four audio-cells by programming the Letta tracks to playback in any order. Make your own Evidence!