Anxious, pulsating quarks glitch & pace Uluru’s self-carving surfaces, leave smoky plumes of warm, gutted blankets in their wake. It is perhaps impossible to listen to this and not immediately entertain foggy, electric auras bullying dust and time around a personified halo of outcropping, looming night sky as thick with absence as with beaconing.
Australia’s Servataguse Muusika puts out tapes that sound like a glorious cross between Room 40 and (((Cave Recordings))) and we’re all in a li’l debt to them for the service!
and/or
—Jacob An Kittenplan
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