This is my introduction to Mademoiselle Marchand, and I could find very little on this artist. This seems to be the only thing I could find by this artist (other than a new one on Inner Demons). They describe themselves as "an experimental project mostly focused on noise and ambient," which pretty well covers Inner Demons as a whole. The notes state that this album "was made entirely using digital tools, all tracks use the same sound source (the sound of a trigonometric function being played) but they all use different processing (plugins, stretching, etc.)." This sounds like an interesting concept, so with only this description to go on, let's dive in and see what the good lady has in store for us.

We kick it off with “Passion in Nature,” which is stuttering, low end rumble with static bits thrown in. The track moves up and down like a roller coaster in a kiddie park, which is to say not very much, but the overall effect is rather soothing. “To the Buried That Repose Around Us” keeps the low end rumble and static going, but with a more pronounced repetitive sound going on underneath. The sound is like someone going down a scale over and over again. “That of Which the Ultimate is Composed” is where we get crunchy. This is completely overdriven, but not in your face. It seems to become more intense as the track progresses, but still manages to be both crunchy and soothing at the same time, which is quite a feat. To me, this was the strongest track on the disc, so Mademoiselle Marchand saved the best for last.

The closest comparison I can give is This Is What I Hear When You Talk, so if you enjoy the static noise wall of TIWIHWYT, this will be right up your alley. Maybe HNW is growing on me, because I found this album to be a pleasant listen, even if I still wish there was more going on. This album weighs in at around 19 minutes.