Um, yeah. This is scary. The other-worldly pentatonic balafon and its apocalyptic overtones repeat toward infinity, and I can’t help but think of Reich’s marimba ostinatos and Partch’s microtones here. This is so good. And don’t get me started on those vibrato-free vocals, hand claps and clickety-clacks, which make this echo-y doom-scape seem all too real.