An unabashedly indolent wash of soft ambience establishes an aura of torpid bliss that lures the listener through Sublamp’s fantastic Cathedrals of Gravity. The soft, opulent atmosphere wafts like an aural embodiment of lethargy, only briefly interrupted by the errant skittering of electronic mischief: crackles and hiss that subtly break through the expansive sonic vista. A perfect complement to the hazy din of a sleep-deprived morning.
If one were so inclined to find fault in this album, it would be in its brevity. I could easily have listened to this if it were twice as long.