Bleep

A pair of bizarrely elegant Profan numbers (what else would you expect?) from Kompakt's Gas-man, Wolfgang Voigt. Where the A is a weird beatless voyage into the lost forests of Zauberberg, flipside is a scurrying assault to the senses, techno is deep in there somewhere, just a little scared to come out from under the blanket of frequencies that Voigt pummels it with. A good thing.