The EP flows faultlessly through its three full-bodied songs and companion mood pieces. "Box Up My Bones" drops a pop-anthem hook the size of Kelly-Clarkson-as-Macy's-parade-balloon (in a good way!), and "Elves Beam Out" nabs a guitar run from a latter-day Journey album track (and I give up all extreme music cred by admitting intimate knowledge of _Trial by Fire_). The quiet contemplation of "Bija!", "Amidst the Coals" and "Hieroglyph" lends the rock songs context and depth, rather than lying as limp filler among more energetic fare. The six movements share thematic tissue that surrounds them, penetrates them, and binds the composition together.

The beauty and emotions engaged on _Carbon-Based Anatomy_ are so profound that I was sure I would end up shitting my pants. Turns out, no worries. These twenty-three timespace-folded minutes accelerated me through so many levels of consciousness that my pants had begun shitting themselves! And that shit was the soft, golden truth of my inner being. Or my pants' inner being. Now I'm lost in the infinite matrix of my own awareness. What was it I was trying to imbue you fragile vibrations with again? Shit.