This is EVP - electronic vile phenomena - at its most grisly. Waves upon gentle waves of eerie psychedelic warble slump and slide with all the presence of larvae. Eurgh.
The thick, choking atmosphere of imminent alien invasion coaxed through siren synths, shallow drum machine and witchy samples. Obscure visual accompaniments speak of the fragility of mankind. Your lungs will be removed.
Spectral voices drafting through the fog of washed out guitars and obscure synths. This is Grouper, now more famous for Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill, in an even more more lo-fi and primitive form. Hands press against dirty windows. Insects crawl through the undergrowth. Warm walls of sound are undercut by dissonance.
Glacial movement through foggy chords and suddenly erupting samples. An obscurity of sound that lights the room with dark colours. Yex Pox is a god of sludge, industrial wastepools, polluted rivers, the scum that washed up on miserable uncared-for beaches and your untimely drowning in them.