I’m sure The Far End of the Graveyard the debut EP from Ghosting Season, a side project for Leeds duo worriedaboutsatan, sounds brilliant in a dark, trendy club at 1am in the morning or maybe in the reception of a prohibitively expensive health spa. Unfortunately I’m listening to it on a dull Sunday afternoon in my living room surrounded by the week’s washing. Not the best time or place to appreciate its qualities I’m sure you’ll agree.

So, to give it a reasonable shot at a decent review I shut the blinds, poured myself a drink, wacked the headphones on, turned the volume up to the max and closed my eyes. Boy did that work. What a revelation, I was able to appreciate the EP’s subtleties, its rejuvenating properties and its sheer muscle. This is not just the ambient chill out soundtrack for stressed executives it appears at first hearing.

The EP’s first three tracks 'The Far End of the Graveyard', 'Washed Ashore' and 'Exercise Us' are logical extensions of worriedaboutsatan’s oeuvre. They’re ambient, orchestral and fluid. Their, cool, chilled out vibe is perfect for the come down, perfect to help ease the furrowed brows of stressed urban professionals. They’re exquisite, beautiful, they’re just like sleeping gas they’re so ethereal. This is as close as you’ll get to music in its pure, liquid form. But it’s with final track 'Dead Man’s Switch' that Ghosting Season truly leaves their previous incarnation behind. After the restful, ambience of the first three tracks 'Dead Man’s Switch' almost blew my head off, it’s bass bruising my ear drums and probably causing early onset tinnitus. It’s a beefy, muscle rippling heavyweight champion of a track with bass beats big enough to get the seismographs twitching. Bass beats that can be measured on the Richter scale. It sounds like Underworld pumping iron or Tangerine Dream on a diet of protein shakes.

The Far End of the Graveyard is an EP of intriguing instrumental soundscapes that stir up the electronica pot with flashes of post rock, found sounds and power. It lulls you into a false sense of aural security and then pummels your ear drums until they bleed.

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