Foxy Digitalis reviews Robe.’s Remains of a Burning World:

Minimal subtle variations of a lo-fi drone, the squeal of old hinges on a windswept night. The noise of all the little accumulated scratches of super 8mm film and the slight wobble of the spinning reel. Apocalyptic high-tension towers played at alternate tempos. A waterfall of jagged stone and glass that drowns out all other sounds, as if you’ve been placed in a perfectly hellish acoustic environment.