A contrast of subtle menace with a reverberating soothing. It feels like nature duelling with the industrial. “Black” is ushered in with moody clouds behind them. It has a rising meditative quality where the nothing cleanses the audience, a vibrating synth that you can feel just as much as you can hear. As if standing before some awesome and ancient power source that hums. We are then plunged into the industrial pummel of “Magenta”. The spacious breath of earlier is now replaced with a buzzing rhythm that doesn’t relent. So powerful, it sounds like its sourced from electricity pylons. The backdrop replicates this with spinning spirals that even overlay the artists themselves. “Pink” closes the set. Still industrial but slower and even heavier. Like a steady low call like the horn this sound originated from but treated to sound as heavy as a slab, like a rumbling ship. It feels like Loscil and English have journeyed to some pure musical source from which this music emanates. Mined from a natural seam. The visual reinforces this, resembling a monolith like from 2001 Space Odyssey. An imposing black square behind which emanates pink light.

The audience have been taken to another plane of reality, from which they might not want to return. These followers usher out in a visibly altered and blissed out state. Loscil and English having crafted a set akin to a meditation. Felt as well as heard.