The opening is mostly pulse and electrical grain: a small throb with a lot of air around it.

After the short gaps, a dry ticking edge gives the drone a firmer skeleton.

The voice enters close and breathy, not pushing; it sits inside the pulse instead of above it.

The support thickens under the same soft attack, so the vocal line feels smaller against a darker body.

By now the beat is less a set of separate hits than a moving wall, with the voice threading through the pressure.

A familiar vocal shape returns while the backing stays locked, making the recurrence feel built into the machinery.

The distortion crowds the remaining vocal, turning the front into a grained block of hard rhythm.

The block starts to loosen; the low drive thins into feedback and sustained hum.

Near the end, only a faint electronic ring remains, with the pulse no longer carrying the body.