Black Series 34. Oh, the roaring silence! Maëror Tri has knack for gathering simple sonic ingredients, simmering them in a jabberwocky with special electro-sauces, and serving up an ear smacking meal that tastes great even as leftovers. So, let’s get to the meat of the matter... “Ambient Dreams” is, surprise!,.. an ambient recording. By ambient I mean "like the hazy wails of windswept souls as seen under failing fluorescent lighting." Please turn your books to the chapter entitled "Nurse With Wound-Homotopy To Marie" for related reading. MT's jittery electronic torpedoes are juxtaposed by silent wakes and expatriated metallic swirls. Pregnant and cavernous (see also Lustmord) sounds wander back and forth leaving trails of lingering, tonal machine noise. It's like that great and variable symphony provided by the refrigerator when conversing with the radiator late at night. Robotic whales calling to each other in a pool of motor oil. Music to grease the chasse of your dreams! Please file in experimental or rock but NOT NEW AGE because Kenny G wouldn't like it!