Nine Elms by RÖM & Schim

Beneath Nine Elms underground station is a car park segmented into quarters.
My friend sang through the gates of the carpark and her voice came back to us.
It echoed and cracked til it returned altered and stretched - a different sound and a different face.
Moving and shifting beneath the breaking of drums clattering and synths colliding.
Is that why this sounds so strange?