As forbidding and icy as the cracked and scratched surfaces which adorn its sleeve, Austeros opens with shuddering dry heaves of bass which threaten as much as they signify an ominous portent of glacial things to come. Like a heavier doom-laden cousin to Thomas Köner‘s equally resonant arcticscapes, Inner Vision Laboratory sketch out and fill in the detail of sound stages filled with slow — very slow — accretions of ponderous low end and ear-piercing tones which stab and slice like the supply of razor-edged glass fragments held in deep freeze by a cultist awaiting the unthawing of the great old ones.
Inner Vision Laboratory’s cautiously emergent rite of spring is no picnic under the blossoms, however, as synthetic strings rise hesitantly from the still-grinding throes of winter until the heartbeat booms more strongly. It’s not a happy conclusion, exactly, but it more than suffices to open the way for the drips which herald the inevitable defrosting and the tentative splash of what may soon be open, clear waters, perhaps even thronging with life.
-Linus Tossio-