In an instrumental, minimalist cold wave vein, crossed by distant ethnic percussions, Congrès du Monde proposes with this untitled track a quasi ambient meditation on the countryside, the mud, the rain, the solitude, supported by home-made recordings of rain and storm.
Some radio parasites and spectral voices of unknown origin complete to give to the track a surrealist and unreal atmosphere that we could meet in the past with bands like Désaccord Majeur or Moments Présents.