I wouldn't go so far as to say that while Thierry Müller/Ilitch's next (and much more responsive) album is the one with "suicides" on the title (10 of them, no less), it's this one that makes you contemplate what Camus deemed the only truly serious philosophical problem; but obviously, in saying I wouldn't say it, I'm saying the thought has rhetorically crossed my mind, and the fact is that the prolonged experience of listening to (most of) Periodikmindtrouble (despite the title being on point) can be rather wearisome (particularly in its extended reissued form).
The first disk is the most taxing, a collection of barely formed electronic sketches, sounding both minimal and haphazard, and stretched beyond reason, as they seem to exist in a state of drooling numbness (which I can relate to, but don't necessarily enjoy), where the perception of time is halted, and a track being 3 or 25 minutes long feels entirely arbitrary (or its own point, as if experimenting with pointlessness was the response an unresponsive universe was asking for, or the way to achieve true existential homeostasis).
The second one is fairly more endurable, with the use of the harmonium insufflating the atmosphere, and a few ragged guitar lines bringing it occasionally closer to Heldon/Richard Pinhas territory; although, most of it still tends to feel static, bereft of strong emotional resonances, let alone of an interest in developing musical ideas.
Of course, that may have been the point all along, but as "Impasse raga" suggests, adding to its programmatic title an anguished pulse that brings us a step closer to some kind, any kind, of breakthrough, the aesthetic paralysis underlying this music could have been excavated much further to actually touch on its emotional roots.
On the other hand, if Müller didn't manage to do so, perhaps to expect more would ultimately amount to a form of blaming the victim: judging by the missed opportunities on this one, it is apparent that at this point he was simply unwilling or unable to go beyond the symptoms. No wonder, then, that when he did manage to go there, just one suicide wouldn't cut it.
