Here's an extract from a review which was published in Oerol's Morgenstar paper...
'...We lay on our backs in concentric circles. Looking above us into a long cone of material, a sort of inner tent that goes to the top of the tower, the top of the tower is open, so you can see the sky, in the middle of the opening there hangs a disk.
The bottom of the material makes me think of an air balloon, maybe also because of the sound surrounding us, the sound of burners. The material descends around us. It feels as if we ourselves are ascending. We are going on a journey. I don't know where to. To a fantastic place, half inside, half outside ourselves.
The sky above us changes into a red pulsing eye, and then into a sun, and then suddenly we find ourselves at the bottom of a well, or we look down into a well at the reflection of the sun upon rippling water ... it seems maybe strange and disperate, but I cannot describe The Deceleration in other terms.
The tower is big, but they know, with extremely subtle ways, how to awaken overwhelming, poetic, and at times nearly LSD-like visions.'