He gets the most out of each note pushing the edges of structure with long sustained notes and mind-bending drones that pull the listener in and out of consciousness. One of Toral’s finest works!

warm and sonorous, gossamer strands of crystalline low end drone, nestled in equally diaphanous tendrils of analog electronics and computer generated sinewaves. Truly sublime.

Just know that, at his best, the man is like Kaoru Abe goin feet-first into a gravitationally completely collapsed star, if you know what I’m sayin.

Toral adds layer upon layer of treated sine waves, along with guitar soundscapes and analog electronics. If the piece takes some time to take off, it eventually reaches a gorgeous state of flux where sine waves and guitars fuse into a single complex organism.

On Harmonic Series 2, he takes the sounds of three different inputs and distills them down to their most base levels, creating one long droning piece that almost sounds like the musical equivalent of those humming tones that you can hear when standing under such large conduits of electricity.

Through a meticulous cycle of blends and pans, Toral reaches a powerful sonic density from the tight flux of three or four blank tones rather than a congestion or distortion of the stereo field. The gritty, psychedelic edge that touched Toral’s early work is totally absent; instead Harmonic Series seems to develop out of the resulting negative space, a lyric-less tone poem to the information age.

Computer-generated sine waves rise and fall against a backdrop that modulates between shimmering hums and low, throaty growls. Higher-pitched slivers of feedback and distant buzzes drift in and out of the piece, like high cirrus clouds and distant, isolated thunderheads.

Despite working in a sound world that is cosmetically closer to R2D2’s vocabulary than Louis Armstrong’s or John Coltrane’s, Toral has claimed a kinship to jazz because it models instant music-making within a disciplined framework.

Toral favors bursts of overtones that are gone before you can assign precise intervals to their voicing. In their inexplicable appearance and disappearance, they resemble a living species, imbued with a sense of absence and an energy that enables them to swing and squiggle in distinct ways before they vanish and leave but an imprint behind.

from oblique and haunted Bill Dixon-esque passages, to round-toned chill-out sessions, to sputtering outbursts worthy of electric Miles or Don Ellis, all strung together in a pace that engrosses even passive listening experience. Unlike anything I’ve heard in years, and essential to check out.