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Tuba pressed into itself. From majestic introspection, to the optimistic light of reemergence.
A ballet of flooded time and bristling absences.
Soulful and half-wept confessions, sung into the fire.
Boisterous dancing at the centre, cyclical ambient blooming at the edges.
Porcelain, water and environment. Elongated resonances and flickers of unusual detail.
The twisting and smearing of sudden retrospect. An improvisatory guitar album recorded live with no overdubs.
Cosmic change and microbial casualty. Spoken word perched upon panoramic atmospheres.
Visceral violin drones. Churns and quakes. A life-force that predates me.
Profoundly mangled electronica. Way, way down the staircase. The debut release of the Turlin label.
Consequence, urgency, interconnectivity. Deliberative musique concréte compressed into the present tense.