The second piece of vinyl for these collaborators, “Passport To Satori” is a very different kissing cousin to their debut “Graveside Doles”. More about layers, and a much heavier bed to lie on, their postal collaborative first long-player was on some dense matter tip. This follow-up from this trumpeter and free percussion flash is a skronkier, more live sourced and nude affair – sculpted with more of an organic ‘in the room’ deal. Where the energy on “Graveside Doles” was some kind of psychic creation – this is the real(ity) deal. Drums roll and bumble bee horn sound off like Kelley is swallowing the instrument whole. There’s minimal FX through most of the LP, this is like they took the more legit free jazz areas and a pushed them a couple of notches out. Distant winds edge in across the second side, the metal horns following then leading the clatter of Neilson’s kit. The last track has the beginnings of some kind of synth melody, a layer that doesn’t come from the physical push and pull of their playing; a weird coda to an album that’s all sweat and neurons. 7/10 -- Scott McKeating (22 July, 2009)