"Snowfallingthrusmoke" opens up the propulsive side of this combo; there's barely one echoed overdubbed incantation out of Todd Werny's mouth when another takes its place, perfect for the first part, the easy part, of an eight-hundred mile road trip on a flat boring road starting at midnight. It's appropriate in a twisted way: Werny's lyric, deceptively simplistic, runs in part "We don't live here...We don't hunt here/Anymore...." It is a song of a people deserting a land they once mastered, whether because of the snow or the smoke makes little difference. This mostly remix collection accentuates on the whole, though, the meditative side of this multi-faceted trio (occasionally a quartet), smoke rising to the stratosphere rather than the auto blasting horizontal highways. With his ritualistic chantings in an unknown tongue, Werny could be a caveman admiring his cave paintings with a torch, vocal reverb building standing waves that expand, filling the cave, crystallizing the images in English -- "Like a bird/Beautiful bird/Outside my window" -- as synth washes like happy tears and sampled sitar etch the moment into a woodblock suitable for ink.
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AllMusic Review by Andrew Hamlin