Uniquity might be the soundtrack to a horror film about a man, bristling with EEG electrode pads, setting out into the murky underworld of his own unconscious to murder his multiple personalities. Or it could be the musicking of a child, fallen down into a well, playing contentedly with her Radio Shack toys while the adults overhead fret and scurry about purposefully. Or possibly it's the sonic wallpaper of the doorless oubliette into which Danaƫ was thrust; but the fickle Zeus makes the occasional visit in the form of a shimmering shower of gold, to father a hero.
Corpus Callosum's debut is somber, gloomy, itchily claustrophobic, yet shot through with sporadic rays of beauty and dulcet respite. Found sounds, electronic crackle, cardiac beats, and dusky music from a farther room coagulate as though according to biochemical reactions or thermodynamic laws.