Total Life, Doria's solo debut, consists of two extended pieces: "A Thousand Lights" and "Peaks." In both, playful harmonic patterns (think the alien synth-speak in Close Encounters of the Third Kind) are submerged in crackling static and rumbling fuzz. Neither piece, however, exhibits Growing's microscopic sound-sculpting. That's because Doria isn't going for the meditative and sublime. He keeps things rough in an attempt to rattle walls while he pours searing distortion into our minds.
But Doria can never be a true sonic terrorist. Ultimately, he's a child of the white light, a fact that's embedded in the DNA of this strange music. I mean, it's not called Total Life for nothing.