Continuing the path of Indefinable, Blur enters a lot cooler, a lot more chaotic and a lot more dramatic environment. A blur of suppressed and constrained emotions lost in maniacal pursuit of productivity and efficiency, constantly reminding about its existence and getting in the way to the goal. Rain of thoughts and ideas leading to the way of an incorrect decision, leaving the observer in absolute suspension, not knowing what will happen next.
Rhythms that are a lot more difficult to get and an introduction of synthetic orchestral bits which became the signature of Number Eleven.
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