Limited silver colored vinyl LP pressing. Eight albums and 15 years in, the simply titled Bardo Pond spun the band further into itself. The groove was like a recurring dream, a highly potent squall that had been honed, tempered, polished and caressed. Like that mysterious vision you half remember when you're awoken unceremoniously. By 2010, Bardo Pond were claustrophobic, creating a stuttering raga interlocked with a compulsive modal sound; something that's fully exemplified by "Cracker Wrist" which sounds like something that's intentionally always just about to happen/and/or spin back in time. By the time you get there you're already reeling from the 20 minute+ "Undone" a seemingly endless spiral; an earworm that, like the whole album stays with you... on and on and on.