I imagine that if David Lynch’s universe - spawned by the unsettlingly indistinct divide between dreamscape, reality and the supernatural - transubstantiated into the realm of the audio, then Silent Drape Runners has become the medium of that sound - something of an ambient blend of electronic effects, sinister distortions, and introspective shoegazing, as well as (by their own description) cats, glitter, and feelings, if a synesthesia of the first two with an aural aesthetic is at all physically possible.