Where last year's January Sun carried strange warmth wrapped in cold Siberian grit, Ariadna radiates light without giving off heat.
Kedr Livanskiy's latest is dangerously indistinct at times, walking you through a synth-based tundra where any distinguishing landmark is a meagre joy celebrated simply for being distinct in its surrounds. The halfway mark holds a small spoken word beacon that hasn't respite, revelry, or revelation but is rather a reminder you might want to visit more hospitable climes. Maybe it takes patience to traverse, though there doesn't seem to be enough payoff for it to matter unless your desire for indecipherable Euro-gaze pop is unusually high.
