I can totally see KraftiM's point about the vocals, and though I would say there is the occasional attempt at counterpoint, though not resplendent, this is (for me at least for me) somewhat in tune with the style and 'genre' referred to. It is different parts of interpretation of the endeavour to fill the void of silence. That all began in a very simple form to start and has complexified exponentially with computer technology. To the very point of re-creating creativity to such a fine degree of abeyance to the particular sets of rules, then current, of filling that void that were in play at the time. Kind of the snake biting itself on its own tail, i.e. a 'closed system'. That currency becomes a transportation of communication. Vital to survival.
That then boils down to degree of equalisation of matter, and your experience as a listener goes automatically into a natural system of classification. That sort of systemization is wonderfully replete in aspects and perspectives that are totally unique, a mere speck of consciousness. This then gyrates outwards into a synaptical system of replication. Again, fine as a closed system. But to universalize knows no bounds of reasonably uncomplicated levels of definition. All of each being self-referential and that double ratio in terms of variables; currently beyond computation as I know it, a mechanized measure of balance between the noise and silence. Its computability would lead to a replication of artificial intelligence beyond what we currently know and the ability to recreate to the nth degree.
However, the nearer you look the more the answer evades pursuit and reduces itself like a radioactive isotope in decay, though reversing. So, it is with defining your listening experience whilst being bombarded with infinite variables of your atmosphere and locality. Your sense of being, if you like, becomes embued within the listening experience, i.e. at the moment I am quite detached, but appreciative of a job well done, but within a closed system it scores top marks. Which leaves that little nugget of information that eludes to pop the balance one way or the other. That could be as simple as 'Do I like this?' and the answer could be 'Yes'. Or infinitely more complex.
Therefore that endeavour to 'fill the void' becomes a balance between noise and silence, rendered as a ration of balance of say, positive and negative. Ultimately, whatever the balance and choice of 'yeah, I liked this one a lot, it captures a moment for sure, a little array but also it holistic sense too, with some excellent sounds', equalizes matter as a double ratio prone to an infinite set of effective variables. Nimmersatt, for example is wonderful instrumentality. However, it is almost as if the stiffness of vocalisation, is part of the greater whole, not forgetting that a lot of promises where at hand at the time this 'class' of music, in terms of technology.
This machine, this tool, with all its' curious techgnosis, is a wonderful positive potentially, and the dream was stronger and more dedicated, as are the vocals to the technology and what its doing. At the time, that was a potential reality, now it is but not as we might have hoped for. Times change, though its good not to forget our roots and where we come from deserves a manner of being paid some homage, as in being able to transport the listener to another state of existence. Now that is the magical bit. That's the bit we look for in something and it runs through all things, from the mundane to the ridiculous. That's what the album has set out to do, and proved itself reliably done. Passionate as we were then of the possibilities of following the tune.