What
an ingenious, brilliant culling of primarily mangled field recordings and sparse,
loose, buried/blurred guitar lines! Loops of disassociated sounds cave in on
previous ones, forcing textures, some pleasant, some notsomuch, and then they
all just ride along “beats” of electro-acoustic samplings of metal wire
reverberating, these forever subtly shifting. The end result is a seamless
sound collage of “curved diminishing repetition, mechanical grooming”, a quote
from a series of words snipped & re-arranged for anti-context. If I sound
crazy, I blame the tape. Can’t think straight. Brain rearranged. So. Fucking.
Good!
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- Jacob An Kittenplan
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