It can feel disconcertingly ordinary to interact with until it hits with you a new snippet of muscular, wispy prose: a huge abandoned excavator is a 'monstrous aggregate'. Ancient despair is teased out with oblique hints and concrete modernism. You keep marking days on your calender, you're told, despite losing any real sense of time. You can feel the weight of the earth's layers above you but any real concept of a surface feels like a distant idea: 'up' only of any real consequences to let you know where down is. Do I want to play more? Not especially. Will I be thinking about it for a good while? Yes! It's come for the vibes, stay for the vibes, essentially. Still, pretty singular as far as vibes go.