From the opening seconds of "Tongue like Scree" through the visceral last moments of "Sissili Mandjao", Spybey draws sounds out of a void. Beats and rhythms are created, deconstructed, and destroyed. "Splay" begins with a pulse like bass drum which slowly descends into a swell of choir vocals. Each song moves so minimally and naturally that it takes total awareness just to realize where the song is taking you. It's very rare to hear music that is as restrained as Dead Voices on Air, but it's almost impossible to find music that can fit power, dynamism, and on "Halv" even menace into their restraint.