. issue IX : vii .
The crunchy close to Calumet leaves footprints so aptly; confident and purposeful, “Canoë Dub” reduces the listener to an imposed optimism unsure of itself and thus everything else. Chittering circuits whine soft like a wounded animal and debilitate with the cutting awe of unconditional love. “Canoë Dub” (and Calumet) end abruptly, sickening by its absence; the hypnotist didn’t realize the time; as with nitrogen narcosis, the listener may feel physically ill.