The
WoWI half of this rad Mid-Western Noisecraft makes great use collaging
processed field recordings with electro-acoustic feedback loops on two of the
tracks, with a nice long exploration of (from what I counted) 5 distinct
modular synthesizers carrying on like they were haunting a mansion or
something. Maybe the first track was a trip through the yard and the last one,
the acceptance of an early death? Nothing so dark, but with the infinitude of
nothingness in spades.
Nipple
Stools sounds something right out of the freeform synth Orange Milk catalog,
with plenty of butchered field recording textures and Pauline Oliveros bleeps
and bloops in constant variation to never get quite comfortable with even
thinking about rhyme or reason or recognizable symbols. No, it ain’t for
everybody, but I sure as shit digs it! Listen with headphones.
and/or
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- Jacob An Kittenplan
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