the works Chris Irregardless has published on Bandcamp, "Honeycomb Ghost Logic" included, are tagged "good for you". one can't imagine the claim to have been evaluated scientifically for each specific instance, but it certainly doesn't seem that these sparsely atmospheric sonic spaces could do you any harm, if you gave 'em a go!
my focus was secured within the very first second of "The Last Nature Sounds You Will Ever Hear", kicking off the listen with a bold, glitchy, overdriven sampled guitar loop overlooking a field of semi-organic spectralized birdsong... I'd wager the inclusion of the latter was inspired by the former's invocation, mocking birds calling out with its piercing harmonics. these sorts of contrasts and parallels are ones to which the critter of me is susceptible, teasing me to follow a lead through the already-arrhythmic world's decay for its implicit promises, which the following pair of tracks delivered on. I felt I was being petted soothingly by soft and smooth carvings of synthesis, with a fair amount of scritching and tapping from the fingernailier elements... my back does like being fed the combing of its fur~
past that ethereal expanse, my attention remained held by a shift into more decidedly uneasy moods, for a stretch of yet-smaller servings where across floors of low noise, poky and inharmonic performers dance to summon tension. I saw my eyes' glassiness deficit tempered by the timbres heard whilst graduating from the pomme's panned circumstance, and elsewhere throughout Chris's brain. these seem like perhaps playfully hostile environments to wander, through an avatar, if not by yourself directly.
"Tunnel Vision Haze" balances between the album's moods while easing to its end as a final phase — not quite relaxed, nor under threat. the taffy of the malleted tones that precede it is surrounded by prickly fuzz as it's pulled, though ringing out a safe distance away from those scratchy breaths.
all in all, a short listen that digests easily... a mere twenty-minutes-and-change investment for 8 tracks with enough texture to rub a brain on and enough presence to balance a brain on, some polite and reserved, some more off with regards to kilter. you'll snack on it, won't you? you'll put it in your mouth. that's how music gets listened to. that's where your brain is located.