P.:Ntil is at war with itself from the start. A standard hip-hop loop underpins the track as the now-familiar interference and time-smeared basslines nip at its heels. It all meshes together in its own way until 3:05, when a scratchy arpeggiated pattern sets up the melody and the initial loop drops out. The noise crests again, this time overlaid with almost randomly plucked strings. The mesh dissolves, and the track fades out as its principal elements are peeled away.

In a way, this track is a clean summation of their recent approach. All the signposts are there, but what makes it different is the fact that the randomness is surprisingly orgainized. The melodic content is simply a placeholder for the textural elements, which are repeated and developed through a set of variations that's almost contrapuntal. The whole forward flow is dictated by their interplay, and the impression is more of Stockhausen than anything on Warp.