A muffled cry into the technological darkness- Contemporary Movement slid into the world right as the MP3 was seeping out of college dorms. A 39-minute drift into the void drenched in Cold War-era reverb and then submerged in four track hiss for good measure. Duster constructed a Brutalist masterpiece on the outskirts of a suburban mall as if to say “We were here.”“Music for dark spaces and closed eyelids deeply psychedelic but without sprawl ambient music with a serrated edge of punk.”—The Ringer“Warm fuzzed-out sounds that hit home like a tight melancholic embrace from your favorite person.”—Vice