Panaceum

2Morph’s fifty minutes of krautrock-inflected drift feels less concerned with revelation than with the physical sensation of being slowly submerged. Thick percussion pulses through sheets of feedback and synth wash—meditative in the most literal sense, asking nothing of you except patience. Berlin psych that moves at the pace of a ritual rather than a song, which tracks with both the source material and the utter lack of hurry in every decision here.