Monolithic in nature, this album feels as if the sounds are just leaving the primordial soup. From timid accents to rough (heart)beats, the guitar keeps drilling through the infinite landscape, leading its own way, in a solipsistic search for what seems to be a new existence. The dense exploration is slashed by the sharp finding of a conclusion that had been looming all along. 3.000.000 BCE starts rolling like a pebble, but ends up bringing down the entire mountain on a hurdling descent of certitude.