The point of entrance is a wide plain of prolonged tones; an ambient canvas for events to unfold. Those events, although familiar at first, act merely as mimics and reveries to occupy the mind. Genres and motifs come into play but are gradually regurgitated into a vast nothingness. With this album, it is as if CYSP are fastforwarding culture at the speed of stillness.

Much like Vladimir and Estragon in Beckett’s classic play, the duo operating under the name CYSP are here confined in a perpetual state of waiting. Vibrating with the energy of a life still unlived, they strain and slouch for respite against the boredom of it all.

And just like in that play, the odd traveller crosses their path to offer a different view. Here the voice and guitar of Thomas Bush and the violin and flute of Golden Ivy wades through the grey fog with terrible brilliance and delicate balance.