On his debut album, Selectone invites you to an exploring trip. A trip to uninhabited ambient landscapes, colored by introverted moods and melodies. Spinning out the spire of hi-freq emotions again and again. Connecting wires at dead levels of understanding.
Skew rhythms, shattering beats, trembling drones melting-down with noises, distant voices and sound-dust, back to the primal silence. That's the metaphysics of his own. Take a breath and immerse yourself into the deep space of Selectone. Blessedness comes through the sound grasp!

"A dark Holger Czukay of an album. All of the sonic ingredients are there: scratchy vinyl, old records found in an attic, chewed up martial-music excerpts, white noise, field recordings. Stitched together into a challenging rhetorical question. Packaged in a marvellously crafted cardboard envelope, with a folded inner drawer that encloses the disc. Matt surface in military grey-green with a lino-cut black symbol stamp; a mark on a chemical cannister; a trope, that suggests a warning. Unearthed – what have we unearthed? The album requires at least 5 listens for all of the bits to fall into place; this is a work of depth that ultimately rewards with impressions like the burn-shadow of an atomic bomb victim on some Nagasaki hard-standing."

(Alan Walker, Landschaft)