Here’s a collection of musique
concrete pieces, prepared/distorted piano/guitar amblings and harsh noises out
of Salt Lake City. Tracks 3 & 7 stood out as great textural explorations,
and 8 was otherworldly, making me constantly question whether the tuba(?) notes
were being slowed down, the field recording was in an abandoned Olympic indoor
swimming pool (next to a construction site and a dog park?), or a mix of the
two. Those three tracks, in my absolutely pious opinion, are worth repeated
listens, but not so much the rest. The download on bandcamp is free, though,
so, if you’re into this kinda thing, happy fucking birthday.
and/or
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- Jacob An Kittenplan