Is this recording is an elegiacal homage for one Ezmarelda?. A slow haze, a beautiful and engaging disc, Lotnicz manages to evoke a truly funereal atmosphere. One wonders, is the music for a lost love, an unrequited love….a love lost, or a suite of melancholic despair and desperation?

The song titles leave one wondering. “Monopaul,” “Frogman Profit.” What does he mean?

I love the mystery. I also love the sounds. The subtlety keeps me at bay as to any particular meaning, but engages me just the same. Not only is there a despondent character at work here, but also a muted fierceness. But enough fury?

Alternatingly ominous, emotive and teary, blending a dreamwork blursphere and a mundane ambience, Murray manages to make a hell of a mess out of nearly nothing. Almost…

But…the recording lacks overall tension. Where he might evoke a fistful of gravity, he instead inserts inertia. It is beautiful and at moments transcendently minimalist, yet at crucial points the music lacks force, and as a result, the whole lacks the tautness required to sustain such an ambitious undertaking. This is music which requires as much wrath as it does compassion, and that’s a difficult undertaking. My hat is off to the composer. Without a doubt, this is one of the most difficult reviews I’ve had to write. 7/10 -- P. Somniferum (20 August, 2009)