While the sound is stagnant for most of the time, there is a precocious beauty on its abrasive and comprehensively elaborated rudeness. The music of Noosfære departs from a dispersive darkness, centered in a personal universe that never sees any light. Moreover, while there is a natural flow that creates a vivacious sonority in the crest of its own melancholy, the most prominent quality of the music is a discreet and passive beauty, that understands and creates the volatile intensity of an ephemeral universe of frivolous sensibility, that never feels the necessity to locate the horizon of its own creational infinity.
The music of Noosfære is definitely intricate, delightful and intense. At first, it doesn’t impress, but gradually – as the music penetrates deeply into the deranged vastness of your soul –, its monumental consistency engraves into the most hidden abscesses of your perceptions the greatest abysses of its congenital possibilities, presenting to elegiacally elected affections an effervescently poetic elegance, that reiterates the logic principles of a fundamentally expansive creativity, that never loses the trail of its gracefully obscure redemptive authenticity.
While the album is not a masterpiece, it certainly has cohesive, sophisticated and perceptive merits, and the exceptional originality present in the work emphasizes its magnificent, insinuating and imposing style. With a strength that is more compromised with reticent, but overtly sensorial musical artifices, Synchro definitely can be qualified – at least, to a certain degree – as a splendid album, that will evidently reshape your impressions about electronic ambient music.