Right from the off, the Cywilizacja sequel is one step beyond, with hectic, scattered claps, and filter effects running into the distance. Again, melody and ambience are conjured from the moans and whispers of old films, but more pressingly than before. Half-submerged synths stick close to the hard-driving 808 beat. Midway, the elements become unglued, slipping out of synch, going off on their own… before the bizarre climax.
Lamia retains the disquiet but eases up a little on the theatrics. Popping-corn bass and queasy pads pock the orchestral miasma; some singing whipped from a student Tarkovsky opens the way forward for the bones of a rhythm.