The sheer brittle cascade of “KEYS” by Radio Free Ul-quoma is enough to cement it in memory. It’s like glass breaking in a constant swirl of activity, over two minutes of crackling noise. A deep swell of a drone seems to arise out of the constant activity, eventually subsuming the crackle into its own lulling haze. When the crackle returns, it can barely manage the briefest of recurrences, before fading again. The stasis is even more frightening that the destruction.