Transition Metal moves through its five tracks with the precision of rust. Scratched textures grind against dumb rhythms and synth lines shimmer like red-hot steel. Is this a landscape that feels both artificial and uncomfortably close? Maybe. 'Babs' opens with terse, punctuated bursts, while Carbon County expands into a heavier, slower churn, the hum of industry closing down the space. Throughout, the EP maintains an atmosphere of calculated isolation: some warmth appears but mainly the relentless presence of cold structures in motion.