Unfortunately, the consistency of the soundscape, which remains all of a piece, tends to obscure the words, which seem to reveal little, then disappear. There is a macro sense of the theme(s), but the music barely executes the momentum of trance and the words rarely offer up a clear narrative. Perhaps that's the point: Is it a journey not meant to be understood in the literal sense, but felt emotionally or even psychically?
Matana Roberts has engaged in a highly personal statement both in form and content. It is also a work that leaves the previously explored realm of jazz and probes the territory of electronic electroacoustic music. Headphones are recommended, and Roberts' blog. (Constellation)