It is a virtually absent record, within a genre suffering from a plethora of releases. You can fail to notice it so easily.
Even if you give it an ear, the lock is so thin that you may try so slip under the door instead.
Like the cover art, it is a dream in black and white, an empty room, which is both an invitation to sit down and an imaginary, unreal space. You may need several decompression valves, in order to escape of your ordinary daily routine and embrace their meticulous evocations.