La Jungla pours out of its covers like a formless cloud. It’s sound begins a long journey downwards into melancholy. The album’s strains are depressive and repetitive and mixed in with only the occasional spice, circling back on itself several times only making small moves out of an ongoing stream.
Lengthy explorations dominate the album, meandering through unchanging rhythms and stretching the feel of time to two or three times its actual size. Listeners will feel both their minds and theirs hearts stretch during this album only to twang back into place at its end.
This album is a specialised taste, for the listener with kindred feelings and some time on their hands. Listeners should save this album for less than positive moments when a wander through their emotional darkness matches their current outlook.