Ranging widely, but held together from the all- seeing electronic stimulus that's held them together for so long, listeners will bask in the operatic beauty of something like "La Femme Sans Tete" while all at once feel the chill that naturally assumes such a macabre title, while the music will mummify your senses.

"Autolyse 8990" follows an industrial mix suitably aimed for the club circuit, a retro-actively paced quick breaking song completely adverse to the earlier moments where passionate melodies fueled by darkness flooded the dim light that faintly glimmered in the distance.

"Sombre Printemps" as the title indicates, offsets the radiant setting of the season and the dawn of new life offering nary a trace of a flower in bloom, a bird's song signaling the start of a new day. Damp, brooding, rather discordant and haunting, there's something unsettling here -- the season of the which makes an early appearance.

Down the line there's a wealth of previously hidden material yet to be discovered... none so fragile as to allow more than a few moments listening comfort. Daring, darting and often undaunted, Die Form was built on such impressionable principles and now it may be assertively revealed. some things are better left unknown.