The album title isn't some artsy poetic bullshit. Literally this entire album is made by taking blank CD-Rs, damaging them in some way, and recording what a stereo reads from their tortured surfaces. I won't lie, if you've heard thirty seconds you've heard the whole album. But it has a schizophrenic kind of allure; I've played it way more than I thought I would. If you recognize the style of the album art, you probably have Merzbow's 1930 or Sphere or one of a number of Ruins albums, all released on the amazing New Japan label.