You’re drowning. It’s a horrifying experience, but in the moments before you lose consciousness, you can’t help but feel a sense of serenity. The infinitely vast blue around you, the faint beams of light always in motion as they reach into the depths – it’s beautiful. You pass out of existence. Then you’re awake, floating in a center of an exceedingly dark subterranean chamber of some sorts. You can hear the sounds of running water coming from some far-off cistern, but otherwise it’s quiet. Swim as you might to the corners, there’s no ledge to rest upon to climb onto. So you wait. You tire and sink to the bottom, only to awaken on the surface of the same water in the same chamber. Even death offers no escape.
This is what the heavy, jazzy deluge of Feast For Water sounds like. This is what it’s like to drown over and over again.