Isphet delves into a dense heady classical cadence on the timelessness of “By Your Own Hands”. Melodically rich the multiple layers of sound intermingle to create virtual symphonies out of the rich, lush textures. With a keen ear for development, Isphet lets the sound ebb and flow in a naturalistic fashion. Side-stepping any sense of trendiness, their approach is one that has an ageless grace to it for through foregoing percussion and even to some degree crescendos, they craft a sound that truly feels alive. The unexpected twists and turns of the sound prove to be enthralling as the evolution of the work pays close attention to pacing. Genre-wise, they jump and hop around, ranging from beautiful drone sculpting to racing industrial-clad riffs to everything else in between. All of this adds to the sense of color that permeates the entirety of the album.
They reference a wide slew of different artists within their sprawling, ambitious tracks. Perhaps one of the best examples of their unique template would be the old school Phaedra period of Tangerine Dream. Like that sound, theirs has a nebulous beauty to it for they treat sound in a geometric way, allowing subtle shifts to reveal the exquisite detail they adorn throughout these tracks. For their more hybrid sensibilities they touch upon Oneohtrix Point Never’s constantly shifting soundscapes. Their work too has a wide swath of different influences, as they occasionally even touch upon elements of progressive rock with an EDM flair about it.
Small little gestures introduce the album with such perfection on the opener “Virus”. Within this singular work, there is a great beauty behind the way it allows the many different elements to intermingle. Eventually coming into full bloom, there is a natural, even pastoral, quality that underpins it even at the loudest moments. An intense, almost Mogwai-like trip comes into the fray on the propulsive “Creator of Killers”. Various orchestral effects further add to the dramatic cadence of the track. By far the highlight of the album comes from the exquisite “E. Shaw”. Here they effortlessly blend modern classical, glitch, and metal into a singular whole. The melodies have a graciousness to them, even when being torn asunder. Joyous grooves with a sundrenched splendor define the fragile “Breathe Like Me”. Tying all that came before it into a way that feels truly celebratory is the bursting at the seams spirit of “Your Planet is Not Mine”.
“By Your Own Hands” shows off the impeccable skill of Isphet in exploring an aural universe that has a mystical, otherworldly grace to it.